The beauty of life isn't in avoiding problems but in facing them with a heart full of courage and a smile full of hope. ©Srinivas

Srinivas

White INTERNATIONAL DAY OF DEMOCRACY SEPTEMBER -15 STRONG LEADERSHIP TO SUPPORT DEMOCRACY, STRENGTHEN CIVIL SOCIETY, EMPOWER WOMEN AND UPHOLD THE RULE OF LAW ARE CONDITIONS THAT PRESERVE STABILITY AND PEACE. ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

In halls where wisdom intertwines with care, Where healing whispers dance in the sterile air, A symphony of science sings its song, A ballet of precision, where the brave belong. Beneath the white coats and the watchful eyes, The pulse of knowledge beats, a soft reprise. From ancient herbs to high-tech glows, The path of healing ever grows. Cells and circuits, a dance so grand, In labs where hope and progress stand. The art of mending, hearts and bones, In every test, a story’s sown. With every breath and every beat, Medicine's promise finds its seat. In every trial, every cure, A future forged, a life made pure. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

In gardens where the wildflowers bloom, And nature's colors chase away the gloom, The petals dance in sunlight's grace, A vivid world, a tranquil space. I wish I were a bird in flight, Soaring high from dawn till night, To leave behind the daily grind, And find a peace that’s rare to find. Oh, if all girls could spread their wings, And rise above the worldly strings, They’d touch the skies and feel the breeze, In nature’s arms, their hearts at ease. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

The beauty of life isn't in avoiding problems but in facing them with a heart full of courage and a smile full of hope. ©Srinivas

Srinivas

White INTERNATIONAL DAY OF DEMOCRACY SEPTEMBER -15 STRONG LEADERSHIP TO SUPPORT DEMOCRACY, STRENGTHEN CIVIL SOCIETY, EMPOWER WOMEN AND UPHOLD THE RULE OF LAW ARE CONDITIONS THAT PRESERVE STABILITY AND PEACE. ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು

In halls where wisdom intertwines with care, Where healing whispers dance in the sterile air, A symphony of science sings its song, A ballet of precision, where the brave belong. Beneath the white coats and the watchful eyes, The pulse of knowledge beats, a soft reprise. From ancient herbs to high-tech glows, The path of healing ever grows. Cells and circuits, a dance so grand, In labs where hope and progress stand. The art of mending, hearts and bones, In every test, a story’s sown. With every breath and every beat, Medicine's promise finds its seat. In every trial, every cure, A future forged, a life made pure. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

In gardens where the wildflowers bloom, And nature's colors chase away the gloom, The petals dance in sunlight's grace, A vivid world, a tranquil space. I wish I were a bird in flight, Soaring high from dawn till night, To leave behind the daily grind, And find a peace that’s rare to find. Oh, if all girls could spread their wings, And rise above the worldly strings, They’d touch the skies and feel the breeze, In nature’s arms, their hearts at ease. ©twisha ray

twisha ray