Masterpeice . . . .

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 canvas 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....