One day..I was on my way to bank which is nearby in my locality..In between a saw a poor boy was trying to paint something. He had some waste colors with him..Which we use to through generally. . .
A Rough paper with him…On a leaf he mixed his water colors with the stagnant water. . My heart was not allowing me to move ahead,, I just wanted to see what actually he was trying to do??
Meanwhile he saw me…and he got frightened…so I turned back on my way to bank….
I returned back after an hour, and what I saw was incredible..he painted a poor lady with a child on her waist. . He took my heart away… I came home and wrote something for him…





"My sorrows were quite longer than his smiles,
He taught me thousands of lessons in a while. . .
He was painting beyond my imaginations,
Just a peace I felt, more than meditation. . .

How beautifully, he decorates,,
And in his own way, he florates. . .
Without caring what world will say,
He was polishing his thoughts, sitting on the way. . .

By dipping his brush in the stagnant water,
Stoking light inside, while dark at outer. . .
Illuminating like a bonfire,
A creativity that richness can’t acquire. . .

Age is not required to teach someone,
Greatness can be with everyone. . .
Live life in its depth,,
Leaving footprints at every step. . ."

He don’t know..how many lessons he had taught me unknowingly…May god bless him. . . 

~
NOOPUR