Vincent Van Gogh 64 - Hopes & Desires Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

Every day, Vincent went out into the fields,
With his paintings, brushes and accessories,
Accompanied by Kay and her son Jan.
The family looked on them with approval.
It was like a picnic every day!
The fall approached with rows of pine trees,
Aglow with orange brown pine needles.
The nature looked splendid!

There was a tinge of expectation and joy in the air.
Vincent was excited about spending time with Kay.
He sketched for hours amidst nature's splendour,
While Kay kept herself busy by sewing.
The little boy was happy to play around.
After long walks in the fields and meadows.
A touch of colour appeared on Kay's cheeks,
She began to engage in conversation with Vincent.

Vincent had almost forgotten his London days,
His first crush and love happened to be Ursula;
Thereafter, his bitter disappointment, depression,
When she preferred another man over him.
He realized now, it was a shallow and immature;
An affair to be erased completely from his mind.
The last seven years were fruitless and futile too,
His time wasted in experimenting with various vocations.

Vincent was twenty eight years old now.
He was starved of love and affection.
There was never a woman in his life yet.
A ray of hope creeped into his mind!
The fragrance of love wafted in the breeze,
He wanted to love and to be loved!
Vincent passionately loved Kay.
And he most desperately desired her as his wife.

A Biographical Poem