b-LAH-que

Graffiti

 

Graffiti on the walls
I see thee on the stalls
Down the seedy halls
Between the buildings tall

 

What some consider crime
I've come to find divine
Out from concrete, shine
From slums, comes some refine

 

Amaze me with its beauty
That street smarts keep exuding
Train cars keep on moving
To display art, feed it to me

 

The artist; "never see me!"
But my eyes; "how you please me!"
My senses beg to see thee;
Your beautiful graffiti

Comments1

  • Suresh

    What a tribute to graffiti
    Yes it can liven up a dull and dreary place.
    Lovely rhyme

    • b-LAH-que

      Thank you, Suresh!



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