My body is a citadel
In it resides my soul
It functions in varied ways
With a predetermined goal
The brain is a virtual museum,
Having labyrinth of thoughts,
The other organs also, do
Serve in different spots
In this scenario I have
My favorite piece of art,
It’s most sensitive area,
It’s my perceptive heart
It owns fertile soil to
Sow and grow the virtues
Nurture the blooms of goodness
And all that morality pursues
My inner garden of dreams
I tend to it with love,
No seeds of hatred please,
There’s not space enough
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India