Ink stains

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

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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