Vincent Van Gogh 38 - A Twelve Kilometre Walk Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

The simplest of art work,
Whether dance, music or painting,
Require the greatest of effort, concentration
and focus, for it to glow like a lamp.

As Vincent had only two francs with him,
He decided to walk the twelve kilometres to Mons.
He had to get his art material anyhow.
While walking, on his long way,
He saw a pretty girl in a bakery.
He was so fascinated by her that he stepped in
At the bakery, purchased a bun for five cents,
Stood there staring at her while eating his bun.

As he walked further, he appreciated the fields
That looked fresher, greener after the rains.
He wished he had a green crayon
So that he could draw and paint the green field.
At Mons, he purchased a pad of nice yellow paper,
A thick lead pencil, and some charcoal too.
With that his two francs were completely spent.
He was keen on going through the pictures at display.

Vincent spent many hours at the shop in Mons,
Closely examining each print of the paintings.
He chatted up with the owner of the shop,
Discussing with him about art and artistes.
Vincent wished to buy some prints, but he could not.
He apologized to the owner saying that he had no money.
The friendly owner said: 'It doesn't matter, Monsieur;
Come again another time, even though you have no money! '

As Vincent walked back the twelve kilometres,
The world seemed a brighter place with pink shades,
The hills, valleys seemed so green and peaceful,
He felt a strange happiness embracing him!

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