True love, a bond that never fades

A love that transcends time and space

It's felt in the simplest things, like a faded kurta

That brings back memories of love and hurt.

My mother gifted it to my father, years ago

On the auspicious day of Navratri, a symbol of love and hope

The bright yellow kurta, now faded and worn

But my father still wears it, every year, from dusk till dawn.

The kurta may have lost its color and shine

But the love it symbolizes is still divine

A love that endures through the test of time

A love that is pure, unbreakable, and divine.

True love is not about the material things we possess

But about the memories and emotions they express

It's about the bond that two souls share

A bond that is eternal, and free from despair.

So let this kurta be a symbol of love

A reminder of the bond that my parents shared

A love that endures, even when one is gone

And in the end, all that's left is the love that lingers on.