A Tale Of A Lone Grave
A lone grave burning in the scorching mid-day sun.
“22 Paush 1382” the epitaph reads.
Some monk builds an monastery deep into the earth
With radiant blood and sharp intellect.
The ignoramus explores the realm of the dead for relics.
Arched abode, arched quest, arched plain—
Caressing the tombstone, a calendar’s ashes blow away.
Stupid man, those constructions are results of wrong engineering.