That face on the wall…
Evocation in those enigma eyes,
I wonder, whatever did you see -
The rise of canvas on these walls?
Colours to rule all eternity?
Hundreds of years that carved these rocks
In ochred walls that silent fell,
Alive, yet if only you could come to life
What raspy stories would you tell?
Would you whisper jewels on your grace?
Sapphire, emerald sheathed in gold,
Or would you speak of nirvana cells
Before the grime and dirt and mould
That bracelet, necklace, turban green
Did they come from Scythian lands?
Will our tainted ears even understand
The peals of your cymbal hands?
You avert all gaze, we mortal souls
Are not meant to hear your speech,
Perhaps in hallowed walls of time,
Renunciation it is, you teach
The sangha long has left these hills,
It is a wonder that you stayed,
For those who can, there’s a lot to hear
In the words you never said…
06th August, 2022
Inspired by the mural painting of an Apsara, Cave
17, Ajanta caves
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