The Artist

Preface : This short story is my way of showing appreciation to  all the artistes.Be it a author, painter, designer, photographer etc. who captures the beauty of this universe in their works. Thanks all of you for bringing beauty, wonder, cheer and hope in our lives. :)

The Artist

An old broken-down cottage
On the outskirts of the Town stood.
Held somehow by three pillars, rugged,
left reeling, by the impaired fourth.

A mother, staying in there
with her 10 year old, was heard
saying to her son "A day will come.
When you 'll paint a  paradise, replacing
this tumble-down shack dismal"

Overhearing the passing comment
The Artist set to work, a brush
in hand, with a palette on stand.
He came by the cottage, few days later
from his place, few feet far..

Unfolding the canvas brought
asked the mother and kid to watch.
Those held the view of their cottage 
during dawn, noon and nightfall.

Unable to hold back tears they saw,
Such was the beauty and wonder
of their  "shack", battered old!
Maroon of the now-crumpled, once-tiled roof,
Dark brown-black dented door, behind the
pale-yellow of wicker baskets, she made.

Golden morning-light on porch
as the kid studied from the dawn.
The bright sunshine, on his face,
as he played, under the noon sun.
Then the slight glow of lamp light,
as he slept, through the midnight..

The Artist took the kid aside
asked him to close his eyes..
"Do you see the colors now?"
"No Sir! " the kid replied.
The Artist pointing at his eyes said
"Here's the door from where the colors pour.."
"Be the Artist of your life, painting 
onto every possible darkest recess yore "

'Beauty comes with a price?' Nah!
You shall perceive, if only you observe
Veiled Beauty, Art unveils
Beauty thee gratis, Art thee priceless!