Four Blank Walls

Lost under the layers of paint
Are minuscule scratches, now so faint
Patches reduced to tiny spots
The dark blotches of dirt fear being caught

Pause and re-collect – 10 years back
The canvas on the wall– an eclectic art
With squiggles and letters by avid learners
Or would-be authors, poets and teachers

Once a while, you might spot something brown
From remains of yesteryears’ tea splayed across

If you knock on the wall and say hello
You may find a place dangerously hollow
From rigorous practice by wannabe Bumhrahs
Or dancing artistes with the wall as the partner

Standing before me are four walls blank
more beautiful than any Da Vinci Art
A sight to behold, an experience to treasure
If only you would listen to the voice of the wall

10 thoughts on “Four Blank Walls”

  7. Beautifully written Sahana. Walls truly used to be the largest scrapbooks of all-time display, in every home. These lines just kindled childhood memories. Good one!!!

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