The artist and his pata,
Scrolls,
Drawn and sketched
On leaves
Or on the walls
As motifs
Reflected in,
The rock carvings,
Stone inscriptions
As flowers, buds and images
Carved, engraved,
Leaves, flowers, buds,
Animals, drums,
Men and women
As simple folk.
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