The Wall
Inert impassive wall
Crevices bellowing clamorous calls
Creepers trying to invade it all
She stood there listening to it all
Wondering how to fill it all
Circles, squares
Twists and turns
Oh how she made it all
Filled those crevices
With dark hair of highness's
Oh the wall
With divine face of all
Now so bold and up tall
Exclaiming of all the walls
Wall was her creation
Reciting her narration
But faded with generation
Stood the inert impassive wall
For the prolific of all
Caught by those creative eyes
Which gain painted it from up to right
Wall with her lifetime concealed
Rendered those artistic hands
Representing her strength and past
Wondered the wall if I ever aged at all!
Copyright © Sneha Bagria | Year Posted 2020
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