Learn More

Bijay Kant Dubey


The Sculptures Under The Moonlit Nights


Under the moonlit nights
See I the sculptures and figurines,
On the terracotta plates
Embossed upon the outer pillars
Of the terracotta temples,
Made from limestone powder and small bricks.

I see the figurines and sculptures in love and romance,
In devotion and prayer,
Symbolizing dharma-artha-kama-and-moksha syndrome
And also the masons and architects
Who made buit remained anonymous
And the purpose behind the art.

Sometimes they taking me to the semi-divine beings,
Yoga-yoginis,
The aboriginal maids testing the sadhna of the sadhakas
Symbolically and mystically,
Sevadasis and devadasis turned stone
In the name of religion, faith and piety,
But God could not be,
The nautch girls, exhausted with dancing,
Desperately lying with the fallen ghungharoos.

Are they the replicas of the sevadasis and devadasis
Or the dark girls born with a darker fate
Or are they woman-labourers
Helping the masons and sculptors
To turn into the frescoes themselves
Which I do not understand, I do not understand?

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Sculptures Under The Moonlit Nights by Bijay Kant Dubey )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  2. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  3. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  4. The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus, Ogden Nash
  5. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  6. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  7. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  8. A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  10. Trees, Joyce Kilmer

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Pain, Pain Knows No Race, Hebert Logerie
  2. God's Hands Of Love, Tom Zart
  3. Alone, Samantha Gronn
  4. David, Casey Renee Kiser
  5. She Stuck Her Butt Out At Me..., wanderer sailor
  6. Nine Views of the Huangshan, Paul Hartal
  7. Trying to Say Goodbye, Bijay Kant Dubey
  8. Autumn, Leong Ming Loong
  9. Colors, Tom Squires
  10. वक्त का तकाजा है vakt ka takaaja hai, hasmukh amathalal
[Hata Bildir]