Ruins of a great era...

I drove up the hills
With excitement pounding in my veins
To be part of the ruins of a great era..
A temple stood in mute splendour
Built with mere stone
By the mighty Pulakesin
Upon his defeat of Harshavardhana
Thousands of years ago...
Protected by the rocky Satpuras and the dense forest
It had withstood the invasions
Yet time and weather had taken its toll
Sculptures stand silent testimony
To the skill and talent of the humans of yore..
Fascination and pride in my heart I
Returned to tell the story to all...



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