A man with a typical pedlar like attire
Once lived in the dirty corners of the town.
He got nuts by the words thrown at him during the first times ;
Later, he got used to them…
His wife was made fun of in the women circles,
She always shouted at him everyday.
He couldn’t bring much money home
He always said the truth –
Which were never believed to be true.
He had a kind heart
Everyday he sat on the streets
Glanced at the street beggar’s half-broken vessel;
He paid attention to the pale green haired singer’s song when others paid coins .
Most of his friends were people with tough life miseries
He had three children at home : a little boy and two girls
They wore simple clothes, went to a public school
The man perhaps went to school till 8th grade- he didn’t remember that !
He worked as a watchman in a government building-
That’s how he fed his family.
One fine day he decided to paint whatever he felt
He bought papers and paint
He painted everytime he felt sad, everytime he felt happy
His paintings gave him relief more than tears –
Cheer more than applause!
He painted till he became old and died.
A rich man bought all his paintings from his old feeble wife fascinated by them!
His children grew up
His paintings were placed in a grand museum…
They were spoken about in all the corners of the town
His grandson stood before the painting completely fascinated
Not knowing the painter …