There are those who build the temple on the rock,

and those who wait to ride the wave.

Count the waves.

Eight just came and spent their force

before they could strike the rock.

The ninth is coming; beware, beware.

Magus, keep the baton atop.

Together we must dispel the magic;

reverse the curse by the lost centuries;

turn the tide, we must.

It is now or never,

and the evil beings must dissolve in the storm.

This is the era we were waiting for.

Never again shall the storm and the waves claim our land. And God and the angels watched with bated breath.

The storm abated; The light shone.

Sushama Karnik.

3 Years Ago

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• Françoise Dhulesia

  A vision of hope amongst the tragic tensions in the world. That is the power of Art illustrated in the poem following the drama and visual narrative of the painting.

  Wonderful how the mind of the poetess espouses the allegorical lines in the painting.

  

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    Sushama Karnik

    Françoise Dhulesia Very approprately said.

    

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