An Ode to Hampi

Oh, what are the odds?⁣⁣⁣

Of your work,⁣⁣⁣
that you carved, sculpted and perfected,⁣⁣⁣
being mere pillars
that people, years later,⁣⁣⁣
just walk past.⁣⁣⁣
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Oh, what are the odds?⁣⁣⁣
Of your art,⁣⁣⁣
that was your life’s achievement,⁣⁣⁣
that was your muse⁣⁣⁣
and creation, all together,⁣⁣⁣
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being nestled in ruins,⁣⁣⁣
of what was once, ⁣⁣⁣
your home.⁣⁣⁣
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Oh, what are the odds?
Of a glorious empire,
one of the richest in the world,
now being mere crumbling wreckage.

Acres and acres of ruins
singing an ode to the beautiful times it once had.