Incessant flows the stream of life errs ne'vr in the ceaseless objective for we all are dancing on flute of his rhythm … In sonorous tunes on harsher notes in echoes of old actions on beats of desirous pangs we live on fluttering leaf trembling on that rhythm … with dew drops on petals or compassion in humans in fall of autumn or changing colours of being human... We dance on the cosmic rhythm of universe and magnificence of invisible creator... - Soumya
