From the ruins and rubbles of the terracotta temples,
The mouldering heaps of the debris,
The statue of a blackly Radha and Krishna arising,
A statue so rare, so priceless
Which human eyes cannot take to believing,
A blackly, but radiant statue appearing from
From the mounds of earth,
The relics of the fallen pillars and columns
Of the centuries old terracotta temples
With the thick, thick pillars
And the terracotta plates,
Made from limestone and small baked bricks
Dating back to bygone times,
An age gone by,
Of the small-small, but beautiful-beautiful terracotta temples
With the deities in them,
Faiths dwelling in.
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