" It's everywhere and yet nowhere
In the eyes of a child
In your smile, even if it's mild

It's in the imperceptible dew of the dawn
It's in the ambience of a freshly cut lawn.

Yet how selfish I would be if I would be talking about it only in the sight sense

Voice...my second love
Voices in which I can dove
Forever and never come out

It's not only what beauty is about
And yet a shame on all of us
We still chose that face
As the only place to admire beauty "

― Mallika Chawla