Rihan stands at the crossroads, heart in gentle sway, Eyes misted with memories as he turns to walk away. Beneath the sprawling banyan, whispers of the past, Sway like the monsoon’s dance, in the future's vast. From bustling street to riverbank, hear familiar calls, Echoes of an ancient land, within his spirit walls. Saffron sunrises await him, over fields of gold, Stories in each raindrop, timeless tales retold. Though paths may stretch boundlessly, distance seems to bend, For homeland's heart beats softly—the place where journeys end. In the wisp of the evening air, fills his soul anew, Rihan moves to India’s song, where roots are deep and true.