The Infinite Gallery Of The Mind Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

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.