Vincent Van Gogh 34 - Apathy & Emptiness Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

The autumn flirted around
With a breezy, crazy dance,
Then, flitted away with a twirl,
Like the yellow, orange leaves
Of autumn, far, far away!

As winter entered with diffident steps,
Vincent stepped out of the world of books!
He could no longer read books, to escape
From his deep inner anguish and sorrow.
He knew he had reached the lowest ebb.
Letters from his father and brother
Became fewer and fewer.
If at all, there was a letter,
It described him as an ‘idler'
Wasting his time and life, doing nothing!

But a small voice from the core of Vincent's heart
Refused to believe that his existence was useless.
He still could be a valuable member of the society,
Could contribute to the world's beauty of life.
Unfortunately, he was stunned with the past events.
Now, he had recovered physically, but still,
Emotionally, he needed to get a grip over himself.
He had tried many vocations, from a salesman
In an art shop, to a teacher and even a preacher.
Everything ended with pain, suffering and failure!

When you feel down in the dumps,
Enveloped by inabilities and inadequacies,
When you feel completely worn out,
With absolute apathy and emptiness,
That's when the cosmic power lifts you up!

A Biographical Poem!