The Falling Temples Of Chandrakona

The temples of Chandrakona, The falling temples of Chandrakona talk I, dream I, The small-small temples, Old-old, centuries old And the mansions big-big Fallen and dilapidating With the temples left, Abandoned and crumbling, Made from limestone powder And small bricks, Baked bricks, The temples of Chandrakona Buried deep in history. An old city Of so many bazaars and lanes, Mesmerizing Go they Crisscrossing With the temples Anonymous With nothing sure of Who built them And when, The temples of lime clay And small brick-work? Wherever go you Bogsharpur, Tetultalabazaar, Bansdah, Cchota Bansdah, Burobansdah, Buro Bala, Cchoto Bala, Govindapur, Gopinathpur, Surahat, Jayantipur, Ayodhya, Baidyanathpur, Gacchshitala, Thakurbaribazaar, Gosaibazaar, Mundamala, Gopsai, Malleswarpur, Sitanagar, Gopalpur, Radhaballavpur, Kuapur, Radhanagar, Tukuriapat, Maithani, Raskundu, Dhoravilla, Dhamkura, Sitanagar, Gopinathpur, Gazipur, Go you there lie in The ruins and debris of fallen temples. A town of temples, Old-old temples, How to forget it, How to forget The history and tradition Of it, How did they build The temples, The old-old temples, Small-small temples With the miniature And terracotta figurines And the heavy pillars? How had it been the day When the temples decorated the town, The old town With the temples, How had it been the evening prayers, How did the shehnoi players, The bagpipers would have played The notes From atop the posts, The raised platforms Breaking into melodies?