అన్ని దాటుకొని

A seed fallen in soil finds life.

On stone—it's wasted.

In a bird's nest—it’s eaten.

your love for me…

is that rare seed,

meant to be eaten,

slipped from a beak,

bounced off a stone,

landed on soil—

and bloomed against all odds..

Not every love survives...

But yours did—like a seed meant to be eaten,

slipped from fate’s grip,

touched stone,

and still found earth.

Bloomed, like us.🌿❤️

❤️