Give Me, My Olden & Antique Golden Statue Of Radha & Krishna Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Give Me, My Olden & Antique Golden Statue Of Radha & Krishna



Give me, give me, my golden statue of Radha and Krishna
Found from the pillars, columns and foundation walls
Of the fallen temples,
Small-small, centuries-old, lime and brick-built broken temples
Of Chandrakona,
Excavated and dug out
While carrying out the foundation work
From the rubbles and debris,
The mouldering heaps and mounds
Of the fallen, dilapidated temples,
Dating back to
An age gone by,
Lived and re-lived,
Priceless and rarer,
Weighing heavily.

You give me, give me, my statue, my golden statue,
Looking black,
Painted black or has it become
Living in earth,
Fallen and crushed upon
Or hidden underneath for fear of
The dacoits, looters and thugs
By the then occupants of it
Or by the priests
Worshipful of in deep
Submission and supplication,
You give me, give me my statue,
The golden stature
Of Radha and Krishna,
Rarer and priceless
Which I may never behold it.

A golden but blackly statue of Radha and Krishna,
Cast in gold,
Rarer and priceless,
Historical and of the museums,
Looking black
Lies it in my hands,
An antique statue of
Radha and Krishna,
Painted black
Or has it become
After remaining into the earth
For so long,
Let me see, let me see,
Let me hold onto, let me hold onto
For to be never parted with,
A statue of Radha and Krishna

Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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