Scribbled in a note-book,
poetry on paper!
Splashed on a canvas,
dreams on fabric!
Sprayed in an alley,
totemic graffiti!
Left on my neck,
promiscuity!
Printed on a document,
establishment abused!
Scratched on college desk,
youth subdued!
Pierced into skin,
blood-lust anarchy!
Engraved on a gravestone,
forgotten history!
The poet, the painter, the artist;
the dictator, the student, the anarchist.
Me!
Lost amongst the graves,
stains in a rave.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
