LONGINGS
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Were I a mighty Master swaying Art In all her lovely forms surpassing fair And robed in magic mystery, aware Of cunning artist-craft, a mind and heart Aglow with Beauty’s sacred spark, a part Of God’s creative light! If I could share The gift of breathing life-infusing air In canvas, draw thy rapturous sweetness, start The portrait beaming, bright in loveliness; The sculptor’s skill—to shape thy limbs divine In living marble, show thy beauty’s prime! Shall I encrowned with laurel, sing for Time, Eternity, and Universe, enshrine Thy name for ages, scorning storm and stress? P. Seshadri.