Bhimbetka

New pains of an old ascetic

That fill us with pipe dreams

Paintings more than colour strokes

A foundation for our cognition

Shelters not just dwelling place

A structure that secures our ground

Burial not mere send off

But grave that uncovers our customs

Rock that's not only earth science

But record of our mumblings

Animals not just fellow life forms

But interests that move our limbs

Ideas farther than our imagination

Yet latest mirrors of our journey