The Ruins of Hampi

Stones, stones everywhere

They look at you and stare

If you have some time to spare

Each stone has a story to share.

They stand naked and bare

Carvings so intricate and rare

On its beauty one canno't fix a fare

Nothing can match it, I swear.

Each stone carved with extra care

On which dancers and musicians flare

Statues of numerous gods glare

And the demons make you scare.

Beauty is felt in the air

If you ask me to be fair

With head held high, I can declare

Place like this you can seen nowhere.