In the hush of twilight's gentle embrace, I cradle morsels of solace, a quiet grace, Feeding strength into your weary hands, As exams loom, like shifting sands. Through the storm of stress, we'll sail, A steadfast love that will not pale. Whispered promises of laughter's gleam, Once this torrent yields to dream. I dream of lands where spices dance, Exotic India, a future chance. A pilgrimage your soul will seek, A journey where the heart will speak. In cycles old, the moon will wane, Through shadows cast by monthly pain. You will rise, as the phoenix does, For I am here—your cause, because. Together, we'll write tomorrow's song, In the shelter of each other, we belong. So let the exams and trials unfold, Our tale is one of courage and of gold.