The Irony

A child splashed colours on the paper

Clapped his hand in glee on his creation

The mother looked at the paper, irritated

Said in disgust, “What a waste of paper and paint”

Next day the lady went to an exhibition

Exhibits of the world-famous artist 

Paying huge cash she brought a painting

It was nothing but paint scattered on the canvas

Few half-naked children played on the mud

With empty bottles and broken branches

Crossing them she turned her face in utter disgust

“What a shabby life “She muttered to herself

She went to a movie the next day, a packed house

The screening was of an International awardee film

Deeply moved, tears uncontrolled flowed from her eyes

The movie was nothing but a story of a footpath dweller

Why is that the world praises something in one place

The same they hate and show aversion in another place

Is it just because the world can show merit and praise

Only when they actually pay for it from their purse?