Poem:
We carry our dreams
like a pregnant lady. Every agony
intensified in tears, sweat and blood.
Many times, we think of aborting it
but when we do deliver it, we give
colours to the world, more than we could count.
The question is, are we willing to persevere and suffer
all kinds of aches and nurture it, like a precious fetus
till it is ready to meet the world?
Note: The fetus, symbolic of our dreams are expressed by beads hand-sewn all over the canvas.
The measurement given is excluding frame.
The framed painting is 86.36 X 116.84 cm