The Infinite Gallery Of The Mind Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India
The Infinite Gallery Of The Mind
Within the silence of the mind, A million doors await to shine; Where numbers sleep in rows of stone, And words create a world unknown.
A number is a nameless star, A distant light, a world afar; But give it wings, a face, a name, And memory lights its inner flame.
One hundred acres, green and wide, Two hundred dreams that gently glide; Three hundred trees against the sky, Four hundred gates where thoughts can fly.
Five hundred bees around their hive, Six hundred cakes that come alive; Seven hundred heavens, vast and blue, Eight hundred gates to journeys new.
Nine hundred vines that climb the wall, A thousand stars that never fall; And every image, bright and clear, Makes distant knowledge reappear.
Why let a million figures fade, Like footprints washed away by rain? Turn every digit into art, And carve its picture in your heart.
A beautiful piece of prose and a creative poetic work that blends numbers with elements of the cosmos and nature to etch poetry into the memory—a successful attempt; well done.
A beautiful piece of prose and a creative poetic work that blends numbers with elements of the cosmos and nature to etch poetry into the memory—a successful attempt; well done.
Why let a million figures fade, Like footprints washed away by rain? Turn every digit into art, And carve its picture in your heart.
An insightful, meaningful, and thoughtful poem. Well presented.
Psychology says when we associate an abstract thing with an image ,it is easier to remember .A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Good poem! Exactly how my mind works, letting impressions and imaginations form my poems.