Kailasa

Somewhere deep in the forest

Hills stood waiting for the sculptor

He studied its features and the shape it was to take he understood. 

Then the sculptors began their work

Chip by chip the stones were taken down

Days, weeks, years it went on

Indefatigable were their spirit

They continued their work with their grit

Then the God smiled, and he descended on the stones

Temple, it turned out to be full of grandeur

People came and looked at it with awe

How was it possible they wondered

Their hearts swelled with pride.

Glory be their culture, people did nurture

Forests persevered all along, blessed by the nature.