The Brihadeeswara temple ,Tanjore

These stones had a golden-hued finish
It was hunger in the belly, a king’s anguish
That caused the beauty’s exuberance
Up there it is giddy, the tower piercing the skies
These stone beauties laughed in the rain
Their skins had their luster machine-done
The shadows do not fall on them of the sun
The stones had come from far, hoisted by hunger
When there was no hunger there was death
Death by sharp-edged swords, pointed spears
There were these stone-houses full of grains
The king bought beauty for a handful of grain
As the phallus-God stood silent in the sanctum
The bells tinkled , beauty sprang from his loins
His magnificence broke through the skies.