The Lonely Artist - Poem by DEEPESH DEWANGAN
This artist is prisoned,
In thoughts of grassy head.
Many things describes him;
But few expresses.
He is empty with childhood memories,
Away from freedom of another soul.
I realised with tik-tok clock,
I am relating him.
Well he always proves me undirected,
Difficult to surpass his thoughts,
Messy to come with parallel decisions.
Art is jive for this guy,
His dreams revolve for,
Achievements and targets.
Exception case, untold secrets;
Of his white paper life.
In his heart,
And can't be digged out.
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