Roodaba Shah
When sun jaded
curled up aside
And astir cities
fall asleep,
Incandescent halo
a flashing spotlight,
Daze, Banksy brighten up streets.
Spraying cans
of idiosyncratic tinges
wiping out
prosaic stillness,
Defacing banality
of disdainful fences,
Crumbling walls gleam
when emblazoned with urchins,
shining murals,
Mute subways shout
their slogans
Lurk masterpieces numerous
on dingy corners.
Some say, vandals,
For some, they are maverick artists.
Ah! What a brilliant piece💚👌
What a wonderful poem, dedicated to something that we rarely turn our thoughts to. 💚💚💚My daughter is keenly observant of the graffiti and does think of them as works of very talented artists.
Wow
They are actually employing artists for this purpose now. I saw that in Washington and here in Punjab too.
Nice idea and poem
How true! Love the poem penned.