Change Poem by Siva Shankar

In solitary splendour stood the great white wall
With neither beauteous paintings nor dirty scrawl
For it is for Man to take a call
To make a mark or not at all.

Passing visitors at the wall so bare
Stood transfixed by the vacant air.
For the searching tourist in constant tear
Timeless solitude was ever so rare.

For long did the barren canvas stand
Waiting in hope for the master's hand
It needs but one to take a stand
And cause a rainbow in the sand.

As the wall prayed for a change in stance,
The earthlings seemed trapped in a trance.
That which was should the future be
Sang the Lord of change in a lullaby.

And so it was till one summer day,
A child painted his house by the bay.
In red and blue and thoughtful grey,
A riot of colour as the wall would say.

The people found the change so gay,
So new and lively as a boy at play.
For it is the child who shows the way,
To the future from yesterday.