Mountains of rocks spill across the landscape.
Big, small, boulders - stand precariously.
The granite glazed in every form and shape.
The mysterious stones shine graciously.
This city of unattended temples
need no further human interference.
The divine deities are felt in your pulse
where the royal art and science ruled once.
Pillars of the temples with no bells toll.
And the walls adorned with scriptures and quotes.
The stone chariot which was designed to roll-
now holds the place on the Indian banknote.
Equally sacred to monks and monkeys.
City of ruins- epitome of peace.
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