Navigating through traffic
Or strolling through streets
Towering walls talk plenty
Through painted treats

Some deserted,
Some where looms harm,
Few under the bridges,
Others at places swarmed

Bricks and cement, these aren’t
These walls, they live and breathe
They talk, they slaughter,
They rejoice, they seethe

Sometimes the voice of reason
At other, a political shove
Some, a memoir of scars
At times, an ode to love

Walls towering, in ruins or in shambles
Walls cemented or those of glory
Not just structures, bars or supports
Each wall, narrator of a different story

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