Graffiti Wall

The world is empty paper, I have ink; The world is smoother, When I am the king! The world is androgynous, When I’m pop pink. The world is my canvas, Destiny makes me furious, The written walls make me curious!! I decorate the city walls, I playfully stroke my brush, I paint the faces of life, I love to observe street life. My graffiti lets you breathe, My graffiti lets you shed/ The tears of misery. My graffiti makes you break/ The walls of maze! Couples pen their names on trains, The wall arts get fuliginous in rains; I don’t know what’s their gain, Scribbling names on seats of the train. On city walls, I draw cartoons, I hate to live in a cocoon, I don’t need to cleanse the walls, With broom and eraser! People think walls are their notebook, Unreadable lines and signs vroom, They fill it up with word-boom! Everywhere I see “Damien + Dores” Or “P loves S” These names are just emblems, I am an ancient totem, I while away my boredom, On observing their words’ romcoms. People write on vehicles and walls, They don’t even spare the cathedrals, They itch out whisper jokes & hidden rumors, They draw doodles as “anonymous” Pencils come in red, orange, pink, blue, Graffiti are fresh as dew, To beloved society, it’s cat’s mew! Cruel tyranny hates these drawings, Still, they glorify my mornings!