What use is this mausoleum built of stone? Which will anyway crumble with time. I will use words to shroud my rotting bone. Neither do I want pyramids as a shrine. Wishing by the light of sun and moon, Rustling winds whispering name that’s mine
Picture Courtsey: Ashish Gorde of Eureka Express
When one writes prose or poetry inspired by a painting or a photograph or an image of any sort it is known as Ecphrasis.