In Bengaluru's tech-lit night,
Where code hums soft in the silver light,
A designer sits, her thoughts unwind,
Sketching dreams only a human can find.
Machines hum with endless speed,
But it's her heart that plants the seed,
Amidst the glass and digital streams,
She blends tech with her quiet dreams.
Plants surround, a calming green,
Nature's touch in a digital scene,
Balancing cold with warm embrace,
She finds her rhythm, a steady pace.
For in this world of speed and steel,
It's not just the code, but what we feel,
In the glow of screens and verdant hue,
She crafts a story, deep and true.
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