Shivangi
Love is not a bargain with destiny.
It breathes in silence,
in the quiet faith of a pure heart.
A person who walks with truth
does not lose, even when deceived.
The world may turn its face away,
but the sky keeps watching.
Sometimes love doesn’t return
from the same eyes it left for—
yet it comes back,
through a stranger’s kindness,
a friend’s voice on a lonely night,
a child’s smile that feels familiar.
The universe keeps its promises
to those who love beyond themselves.
Nothing selfless ever fades,
it only changes its direction.
And in that invisible circle of return,
the soul of Shivangi glows—
unbroken, unbent, still believing.
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