Modern Art Poem by vijay raghuraman
Modern Art
When I was four, I painted the wall dirty
spoiling, my dad's big party.
said he, 'you do nothing right'
'now, get out of my sight'
At four, my son painted the wall dirty
spoiling, my carefully planned party.
'continue, son', said I, 'though it sucks'
'we can sell it for big bucks'
Monday, December 10, 2007
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