The Relics, Ajantha and Ellora
The carvers
before and after Christ
had cut marvels
out of rocks
of Deccan Plateau,
in awing Ajantha
and enchanting Ellora.
The vaulted roof
above the nave,
the Viharas for the monks,
three storeys with chappels,
the stupas
and the mural paintings
on the walls and ceilings,
the rock-hewn doors
make us petrified with surprise.
We don’t turn renegades.
We fail to decipher
the myths and mystic inscriptions
of the Jain, the Buddhist and the Hindu.
We stand spell-bound
seeing the skills of those sculptors.
If Maria(Evil) had succeeded
in wooing Gautama to seek
a jeweled wheel of Empire,
Buddhism would have made fertile
even the Eastern plains of Africa.
Earthquakes elect not to raze these hills
and thunder goes awry hitting somewhere.
No civil war rent off the idols.
Volcanos erupt not in these sylvan retreats.
If alien missiles with nuclear warheads
fall on these relics of human wonders
let shame bring on themselves.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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