A young boy found my sketchbook and asked,
‘Will you finish this drawing?’
I smiled sweetly at him and replied,
‘Nope, I am not allowed to draw anymore’
‘I see, you gave up your dreams in art.
I thought you’re determined,’he said.
‘O, sweet child I am dying to do so
Yet, it’s not right!’ I cried and cried.
‘Please, do this little favor for me
Make him alive again,’ he begged
‘Does it matter? Why do you care?
Mind your own business!!’ I walked away.
He embraced me and whispered.
I am so surprised with what he said.
‘Everything is possible with God.
Have faith and believe I exist!’
I grabbed my pen with merriment within
It’s true, my heart in celebration!!!