Everything is sleeping under the weil of night
                Like a babe under the protection of her mother.  

 Nothing  is awake except silence

  The bride of eternity looks
      In expectation of her dear beloved.
      The earth and the sky are conversing
      With each other in dumb language'
     In this sculpture of beauty
     I pray to you silently.

                                                                                           Dr.Puttaparthi Narayanacharya (1914-1990) -Centenery)                                                     LEAVES IN THE WIND