In the world of numbers and ledgers, she weaves dreams,
A banker by day, but a poet at heart it seems.
With wisdom in her hands and kindness in her eyes,
She walks through life where love never dies.

A mother, a muse, a melody in the rain,
Her heart beats to rhythms only love can explain.
Purple is her shade, rich, royal, and deep,
A color of mystery, a promise she keeps.

And when the world is quiet, she lets music take flight,
BTS in her soul, their lyrics her light.
Through storms and sunshine, she dances, she sways,
With laughter like sunshine and a heart that stays.

A story untold, a tale yet to be,
Darshana Patel-a name like poetry.