The majestic statue high on the hill invites us for a rendezvous of bliss and innocence. It is fashionable To come here To be selfied and uploaded And arouse a little jealousy “Look where we camped last weekend”. A lone devotee infirm and old Climbs up panting and chanting To touch at least some height Before her death. Tiny flowers without leaves Pop up from the hard rock What a humble offering To the huge bare Bahubali Standing tall on the bare hill, With relics and writings as ambiguous as his silence! How do they proclaim peace in words of war - The scholars fight it out. The sun follows us inch by inch As we limp up slowly To rise above the world And its maya.
(A detailed account of my visit to Shravanabelagola, Belur, Halebid and Shringeri can be read here : Journey Through Karnataka’s Heritage Sites )