Amid Those Graffito Poem by Indira Renganathan

Vulnerable walls
Though thick and hard
Engraved with old memories
Mostly but unwanted and rusted

Shirking those rusted graffito
Passing swift through is my mind
At last, one golden moon sparkling
Graceful to grace me is found

Who could've that moon been than
You...a palate of sumptuous food
For my life oh my sole appetite-spouse
On that great wall you, for ever engraved
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'Hey, fool, one day you cooked for a change
For me to rest eternal on a drastic change
In this dirty mind of yours.. what does it mean?
Dirty though, you're my spouse, doesn't it that mean?