How blessed am I
After finding the statue
Of Radha and Krishna
Blackly,
But golden,
Weighing down!
A statue made from pure gold,
But looking black,
Is it that it remained in the earth
For a long time,
Dating back to centuries
Or it got carbon covered,
What the truth, the reality,
I know it not?
A statue of Radha and Krishna
Seated on a lotus
And Krishna with a lute
With his consort Radha,
How to behold it,
A thing archaeological, antique and historical,
One of history, art and tradition!
A statue appearing from the debris,
The mound of the earth
Of the rubbles and ruins of terracotta temples
Built many years ago,
Left abandoned,
Beyond repair and renovation,
Made from small-small bricks and limes-stone powder,
Not modern-day cement and concrete made.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem