Masterpeice Poem by Ashwini Dey

With a brush in my hand,
today I stand on the sand.
forth me is the waving sea,
flying gulls and the shells so free.

I stand their with a campus blank,
what to draw, my mind not frank,
should it be a bird perching free,
or just the scene in front of me? ? ?

I don't know actually, what to do?
Noones there whom I ask this to,
oh great lord, please help me out,
tell me what I should draw about? ? ?

Apple falling on newton's head,
or slepping beauty laying on bed? ? ?
What to draw, I don't know,
nor anyone's here to tell me so.

Should I draw paris's Eiffel tower,
or it be mona lisa taking shower? ? ?
Hell and heaven I can draw,
or the dreamland that I just saw.

How about Taj Mahal of India? ? ?
Or a man with some kind of phobia? ? ?
Something great I want to draw,
something which the world never saw.

Something better than Leonardo sir,
better than Mona Lisa, though I admire her.
It can be as small as the buzzing bees,
but it should be my MASTERPEICE....