I Paint The Picture Poem by Naveed Akram

I paint the picture of certain elements,
The simplicity is astounding, it is indescribable,
More than a product of the imagination,
More like steel and rope, due to the factory,
Loathing me, and creating a beautiful appeal
For we see workers and labour accidentally.
The labourers are featured with too many industries,
A little knowledge goes far and remote,
One day we created a stage for acting
To keep us in knowledge, and to see the art
Of a person who wears the same dress,
Preferring the exact treatment of a king,
And taking too many instances.
I paint pictures and watch, further than you know,
But what is it in man and woman to deny the art?