painting was painted <br />and hanged on the wall <br />people are entering <br />the exhibition is on <br />everyone is watching and <br />have an idea of there own <br />the true meaning of painting <br />is lost and gone <br />the painter standing in the corner <br />smiling on there thoughts <br />with sadness in his smile <br />and tears once that dropped <br /> <br />- <br /> <br />I'm thankful to my friend and fellow poet Ashraful Musaddeq for encouraging and helping me out in the completion of this poem....<br /><br />Asif Baloch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painter-3/
