Time stopped and I stood there
Gazing at marvels of human touch,
It made me speechless and numb
Thinking how could anyone make something so beautiful?
Cold and damp, dark and slippery
Rocks and rocks, caves in them
No life in sight, a steep descent,
Still monks and artists brought these alive.
For whom did they toil so much?
No money, no fame, no glory, no name!
Still they left their marks with lots of pain
In the name of devotion, something I cannot understand.
I bow my head as I still stand
I cannot think of anything else
Wish I was an artist who understood,
Or at least one who imagined as bright as you did!