Intro:-
This one speaks of a boy who lived in a village where all had to work on the farms but he never went to work and always spent his time drawing.
POEM
An old village lies
Where all despised
A child of young age
Who felt in a cage
Of work everyday
He'd never work anyway
His art was to think
Then draw it into ink
Escaping a world so blind
To the adventures of his mind
While they all harvest
No one understood the artist
Therefore for any cost
He'd like to feel lost
He finds no way out
Art is the only route
The art only seen in his eyes
The artist is surely in demise
He shall create his own cage
Where he is his own sage
That's one for the freaks and the underdogs. It's liberating. Thanks for writing something so beautiful
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