“Painting is poetry which is seen and not heard, Poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen.”
Leonardo Da Vinci
Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?
Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?
Khalil Gibran (A Lover’s Call XXVII)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
William Wordsworth (Daffodils)
BHAVYA RAJ 
