A Golden, But Blackly Statue Of Radha And Krishna Emerging From The Fallen Temples Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A statue
Of Radha and Krishna
Emerging from the rubble of fallen temples.

The statue is golden,
But coated in black
Or it became so after remaining in under.

The diggers digging
The foundation stone deep into the earth
And the spade with a clink stopping.

The statue emerging from,
A beautiful, but black statue of Radha and Krishna
Seated on a lotus.

Radha flanking him
And he with a flute
Cast in gold, carved in gold.

From the mouldering heap of the debris and rubble,
Broken columns and pillars,
A statue emerging from.

A statue of Radha and Krishna,
Cast in gold
And crafted emerging from with a clink.

Lord Vishnu's incarnation,
Blackly Krishna radiating before,
Giving anandam.

From the rubble and the debris of the fallen temples,
Made from limestone powder and small bricks,
Small-small and old.

The small-small, centuries old temples,
Dateless and without the history
As a witness and testimony to history, art and culture.

And I awe-struck and aghast to see the statue into hands of mine
A priceless and valuable statue
Of Radha and Krishna.

One of the museum, blackly and antique,
Centuries old and dating back to
To an age gone by.