Wall’s Writings…


on wrinkled bosom
of days bygone,
are faded scribbles
of ancient ambiguity;

figures engraved
on igneous’ breast
by Neanderthal fingers
to whisper history
in ears of tomorrow.


walls of kingdoms long
the oxymoron moods
of cynical time,

as legacies of antiquity,
are blasphemed–
by doodled
of fickle infatuations.


walls of
evaporated years
of a lost childhood,
once donned in
scrolled caricatures
of molting innocence–

now stand
whitewashed in
acrylic proprieties
of youth,
yet with lingering scent
of withered past,
in nostrils of
gossamer memories…


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