An olden statue of Radha and Krishna, <br />Dating back to <br />And of yore, <br />Centuries old, <br />Built ago, <br />If the spade clinks over <br />And the digger stumbles over <br />And gifts it to <br />A thing of historiography and museumlogy, <br />How to view it, <br />Hold into the hands of mine? <br /> <br />O, a statue of gold, pure gold, <br />Looking blackly <br />Or coated so, <br />But of pure gold, <br />Weighing to crores <br />In current valuation, <br />Suppose that find you <br />A statue historical, museumlogical, <br />How to hold it <br />Into the hands of mine, <br />A golden, but blackly statue, <br />But coated black? <br /> <br />May be it remained unearthed <br />Into the debris of the fallen temples, <br />The fallen terracotta temples, <br />The mouldering heap of it <br />And now arising it <br />When the foundation is dug <br />for new constructions, <br />O, the legacy of an old historical city, <br />That of Chandrakona Town and its temples <br />Built centuries ago <br />From clay lime and small-small bricks!<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-olden-statue-of-radha-and-krishna/
