The bell rang,
Declaring the end of the class.
The drawing teacher moved about the room
Judging the children’s works
A compliment here.
A critique there.
Reaching Arun’s desk,
He turned up his nose
Scoffed at his work.
The entire class jeered
At his misery
Leaving the boy dejected.
He ran home and straight to his bed
Paying no heed to his mothers calls,
Crying himself to sleep.
The next morning, with swollen eyes
He woke up, to find
His painting framed on the wall.
‘Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder’, he thought
As his mother encouragingly smiled at him.