Home of Art by M.A. Amru

Home of Art

By M.A. Amru

Here, often,

A picturesque ancient,

With rustic cuboids,

Casting doubtful shadows,

And a yellow adjacent,

Wonders of youth, filled

By an eternal will.

There, I sit,

Like a restful patient,

I see the towers, not vacant,

Where the concrete narrows,

An opening for tomorrows,

Wondering of our past, killed

Brick by brick, sealed.