painting was painted
and hanged on the wall
people are entering
the exhibition is on
everyone is watching and
have an idea of there own
the true meaning of painting
is lost and gone
the painter standing in the corner
smiling on there thoughts
with sadness in his smile
and tears once that dropped

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I'm thankful to my friend and fellow poet Ashraful Musaddeq for encouraging and helping me out in the completion of this poem....

Asif Baloch

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