Ajanta And Ellora - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Carved, etched, adorned.
Ornamented with soft hits on stone.
All through dark cavernous spaces.
Souls of craftsmanship melted,
Pasted in on mountain walls.
You adorn me, my emptiness.
Just as the caves.
Rich but empty.
Dark, yet beautiful.
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