Aisha, Aryan Poem by Sumita Jetley

Two hearts born beneath the same sky,
One chose to soar, the other to sigh.
Aisha, with strength, her spirit burned bright,
Her path was lit by hope and light.

Aryan, though tall, in shadows he stayed,
His mind tangled, in doubt he swayed.
One step forward, yet many fell back,
His soul weighed down by what he lacked.

Two roads diverged, both hard to climb,
One found freedom, the other, time.
Yet in their bond, a light remained,
A sister's love, through joy and pain.