About people or money,
he knew little as a penny.
He watched the structures elegantly designed,
against the mockers’ joy, he quickly resigned
Then stood the girdles, the pillars self admired
it was a heaven, a place they long desired
From an office to a quarry
he scorched under the sun, too busy to worry.
Until the sun rose in the west,
Calmly he sat, fulfilling his quest.
– Purva Abhyankar