To Hanvi Chowdhary, the Star Who Still Shines
Once dreamt with spark, a healer’s grace,
In white coats, she'd run her race.
But fate had paths it wished to bend,
A twist, a turn a dream did end.
Yet hearts like hers don’t fade or fall,
They rise again, and still stand tall.
From broken wings, she learned to fly,
Now paints the world with a UI.
In Muscat’s light, her hopes renew,
She builds with joy, designs with hue.
Oh Hanvi, dear, you’re strength so pure,
A soul like yours will always endure.
Once dreamt with spark, a healer’s grace,
In white coats, she'd run her race.
But fate had paths it wished to bend,
A twist, a turn a dream did end.
Yet hearts like hers don’t fade or fall,
They rise again, and still stand tall.
From broken wings, she learned to fly,
Now paints the world with a UI.
In Muscat’s light, her hopes renew,
She builds with joy, designs with hue.
Oh Hanvi, dear, you’re strength so pure,
A soul like yours will always endure.
