Aesthetics of the Mind
Not gardens bursting forth with bloom, but landscapes in the mind,
Where tangled thoughts, both light and gloom, in vibrant chaos bind.
A library of whispers old, where knowledge softly gleams,
Each weathered to a story told, in forgotten, dusty dreams.
A kaleidoscope's fractured grace, where swirling colours play,
A mind that seeks, a mind that chases, truth's ever-shifting ray.
The solving of a puzzle's art, a symphony so grand,
Equations dance within the heart, a beauty close at hand.
From fertile soil, emotions rise, like empathy's sweet vine,
We weep for heroes in disguise, a bittersweet design.
The mind, a canvas vast and deep, where awe takes to the sky,
A universe of wonders sleeps, beneath the knowing eye.
A sculptor's touch, a mind takes form, with knowledge as its guide,
A teacher's voice, a guiding storm, where learning's flame confides.
From chaos, order takes its stand, a tapestry unfolds,
A web of reason, close at hand, a story to be told.
But beauty seeks a moral ground, a conscience ever true,
A mind that asks, a voice found, where questions pierce the blue.
The mind's aesthetic, a life's quest, for knowledge, purpose, grace,
A whispering symphony, a song the soul embraces.
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Dr. Padmashree R P
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