The Cry of Ajanta

Inspired by the faith, the emperor

To meditate, preserve, employed artists

Sculptors, designers, labours who toiled

Hard to carve Ajanta sculpture

As the powerful empire declined

To destroy and eliminate the faith

The barbarians madly damaged the idols

Having compassion and truth

The unburnt royal flame spread

Far and wide across the world

Resulted in attracting thousands

Of followers the artists, the travellers

As they advance towards the caves

Marvelled with sculpture, colorful

Paintings to their misfortune, dismay

They notice the damaged images

When they find lord Buddha

Confined to fast asleep, tired

Of human sorrow and the suffering

Their happiness is hampered

Dumb in despair they stand

Before the great lord enlightened

"Like joy and sorrow, the creator

And destroyer co-exist until the end"

However the former is adorned

Admired all the time while

The later is undoubtedly the cause

Of contempt and hatred