The empty wall

The world to him –an empty wall

A canvas to paint; to leave his mark

With paintbrush of confidence

And paint of compassion

Set he off on a mission

The canvas that seemed empty before

To paint, to name his own

Jumped to life; filling

Intricate work with colours unknown

A world he knew not shown

As he stood, astounded

The paint along with his confidence ebbed .

As he watched the beautiful cruelty

That the world is. Often we miss

What we mean not to miss.

The world seemed so colourful

So full of life.

But yet so sad. Depressing even.

Wasn’t there anyone who could

Make any difference?

He reached out, the boy.

Through the pain.

And touched a life and spread some joy

So he didn’t own the world

But difference, he did make at least in one life

He wasn’t alone. His friends came

Soon many lives were touched

Many laughs shared.

The wall- the world was as intricate

But with a little less despair.

Meghna Iyengar