Life and Art

Art may conduct the authority of a life,
Inside them the artists carry light of a knife.
This colour we also paint for the crowd,
In with the rest and relaxation, that is allowed.
How do weird individuals labour on their literatures
And tasks that mingle with bright and big tours?
Art is special due to pain, art plays with the soul
South of our planet, in the middle of the roll.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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