A Studio Tour! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

The fair looking faces, but they can't breath. 
They cannot talk, laugh, or feel your eye.
But giving a sensational touch in depth,  
Of something unique, which is no more.
The king is out of thrones; all is lie.
Can one convince us about these twin suns?
There is no mourning; by his side is the princess.
Of the Isle of Man, they say so, Is she really the same?  
Nobody is keen on or worried about her roots. 
They focus on her sleek costume and thin chest. 
No one cares about the unknown artist,  
But his hidden talent is exhibited with zest.
Ah, cute paintings, stories, and histories, immageries, and fantasies,  
The bidder must know this rustic waiver,  
Who might have the hardest time?
Crafting for you, these beauteous scenes of everyday life
For the penny they are being paid with.
They are sad, they can't make their day,
Or keep their family at least happy.