Artists are considered as crazy people
They live with their own world and struggle
They care not for self and always think
They stare at sky as if to find place to sink
Some artists reach at the height
Get good name, honor and respect
Treasure is added along fame
They have no more now to claim
Some artists suffer through out
Even their best work is not talked about
Sometimes it is stolen and claimed by others
This leaves them in dark and bothers
They turn to drink and drug
The earth remains un-dug
Some fortunate artist comes out
Works hard and avoids fall out
This is not simple
But it is shining example
Whereby you can reach destination
Own place as an architect for consideration
Artists are considered as crazy people They live with their own world and struggle
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