Love, a gentle whisper in the night,
A fleeting touch, a tender light,
In Rupi’s words, it finds its flight,
Across the stars, it shines so bright.

Her poems weave a tale so deep,
Of passions fierce and secrets keep,
In every verse, our hearts do leap,
As love in silent shadows creep.

She paints the world with hues of gold,
In every line, a story told,
Of love that’s brave, and love that’s bold,
A warmth that never grows cold.

In every word, a soul’s embrace,
A tender kiss, a soft, sweet grace,
In Rupi’s love, we find our place,
A timeless, endless, boundless space.