Jithu’s Quiet Rise at 25

Yeah. This one's for Jithu. Twenty-five candles, one strong fire

inside. Wanna stay low, never chasin' the crowd. Few real friends,

still standin' proud. B Tech days, no supplies to fear. Silent grind,

every step sincere. Work from home, screen glowin' late. Twenty-five K dreams, now changin' fate.

Not loud in rooms, but strong in mind. Movin' forward,

one of a kind. They didn't see the nights alone, didn't hear the

plans he wrote in stone. No shortcuts, no fake highs. Just truth reflected

in his eyes. Twenty-five years, still rising up. From quiet roads to fillin' the