In the quiet thread of Rakhi's grace,  
Lies a bond no time can erase.  
A promise wrapped in silk so pure,  
Of love that forever will endure.

Beyond the playful jests and cheers,  
There’s a truth that whispers through the years.  
Life teaches, in its gentle way,  
That bonds of heart can never fray.

A sister’s strength, a brother’s shield,  
In life’s great battle, neither yield.  
For in this bond, we truly find,  
The lessons that reshape the mind.

When storms of life come raging through,  
It’s love that guides, it’s love that’s true.  
And like the Rakhi, strong yet thin,  
It’s the simple things that let us win.

So cherish every thread you weave,  
In bonds of love, choose to believe.  
For Raksha Bandhan’s silent art,  
Is life's lesson: protect the heart.

In the heart of a crystal bottle, light refracts and dances,  
Amber liquid whispers secrets, offering second chances.  
A drink to share with friends so dear, a toast to dreams untold,  
Yet caution's voice is softly clear, within the glass it holds.

The bottle shines with elegance, a work of art refined,  
But heed the depth of consequence that lingers in your mind.  
For in its glow lies fleeting joy, a gentle hand to guide,  
A reminder that the path you choose is yours alone to decide.

Raise the glass with gratitude, let laughter fill the night,  
But always keep your compass true, let wisdom be your light.  
Drink to life and all its hues, to moments big and small,  
Yet know the power you must use to keep from losing all.

In every sip, a story lies, of strength and will and grace,  
To find the balance, realize, and cherish every place.  
For though the crystal bottle gleams with promise bright and bold,  
The true treasure is the clarity, within yourself, you hold.

On this day of pride, we gather 'round,  
With cupcakes bright, where colors abound.  
Orange, white, and green they wear,  
A sweet salute, beyond compare.

Saffron swirls like morning's dawn,  
A vibrant hue, where hopes are drawn.  
In every bite, a promise new,  
Of strength and courage, tried and true.

White cream peaks with peace in sight,  
A symbol pure, of truth and light.  
Each tender crumb, a gentle nod,  
To harmony's path, where all may trod.

Green icing dances, fresh and bold,  
A future bright, in tales untold.  
With every taste, we see the fields,  
Of dreams we sow, and harvest yields.

In every cupcake, a story lies,  
Of freedom won, beneath the skies.  
On this, the 78th year, we cheer,  
For India's spirit, ever clear.

So take a bite, let sweetness flow,  
In each delight, let freedom grow.  
For in these treats, our hearts do sing,  
Of India's past, and what tomorrow brings.

In the quiet shadow of a broken heart,  
Dreams whispered softly, torn apart.  
Yet amidst the tears, a light was born,  
From fragments of hope, a new dawn sworn.  

Through the storm's embrace, a soul finds flight,  
Transforming pain into strength and might.  
With each step forward, a rhythm anew,  
Carrying on, a heart once torn, now true.

In emerald seas where shadows play,
Steel ribbons thread the green ballet.
Through whispering pines and mossy glades,
A journey carved by human blades.

The iron serpents hum their tune,
A song that cuts through leafy dune.
Sunlight dances on rails' gleam,
In this hidden, tranquil dream.

Beneath the canopy, worlds collide,
Where nature and man in silence bide.
Tracks through forests' heart, profound,
In this sanctuary, our paths are found.