Once on a crowded street of LISSE,
a little boy of eight was walking down with canvas and paint,
amusing everyone who stared ,
some thought he was carrying the things for his Mom,
few pondered may be he is running an errand,
oblivious of the surprising glares,
he just trotted for long.
He went down to the end of the street , on the edge of the colorful fields,
where thousands of tulips were swaying with the wind and the scene was perfectly enchanting.
Taking out the stand ,he fixed,
the canvas and the brushes with him,
slowly he started stroking the soft pastels of the wonderful tulips…
Hours passed,he didn’t stop,
The sun-scorched and his cheeks got burnt,
Passers by and tourists of Keukenhof had a look,
on whats going on his schedule.
A virtual world he laid,
aesthetically in rhythm and paint,
People started flocking in,
admiring the little lad!
some dropped coins,some few notes in the bag that hanged adjacent,
The little one was engrossed,
with his muse and little did he glance…
Suddenly he saw a man dropping few coins,
he abruptly stopped and said to him,
“I don’t want money! Man!
“I am the son of a rich woman.”
“Then what brings you to this place,
all alone and painting in the sun empty stomach ,my son”!asked the man.
The little one replied, “Its my Mom…
she said my dear please go and
pursue your passion as you can,
for life isn’t that beautiful song,
which can be sung till the end,
Make your heart contended
you did what gave you happiness…”