Others are writers
Others are singers
Others are readers
Pain flows where
Art grows there
Where one suffers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poetry is joined by the other arts. The creation is indeed the balm of healing. A magnificent verse, Ali.
I find myself returning to this work at times. Whenever there is a sense of solitude, this reminds there is community. This may be your finest work, my friend.
A truth well said! ! Art does seem to flourish where there is pain and suffering- -perhaps pain drives the roots deep. 10! !
Wow yes pain flows and art grows, that's creatively thought up and applies to many poets. You said it all superbly. Kudos.
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too, titled, ' miraculous birds seen in sacred sanctuary'
And there, the writers write so the readers can read then the singers able to sing.
There is emotion, chained the words... Always If they enter the eyes, tears flow, if inhaled then breath in different pace, if they passing to ears melancholy speaks, and through lips...we beg. Heart does control all the senses, but mind regulates. We are human...let it be
It is true. Nice one. Thanks for sharing.
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