The Terracotta Temple

The terracotta temple, the small-small temples, Standing as historical heritage and legacy, Which you know not, I know not, But there is history hidden in them, The small-small terracotta temples And the miniature painting done into them, The terracotta design and building. The terracotta temples, small-small but beautiful Made of small-small bricks and lime stone powder With the terracotta work all around Telling of history, art, culture and tradition, Myth, motif and mystery, The faith which once held them all, Faith, ay, blind faith, As it had been then. The terracotta plates stuck into and fitted on as borders Around the entrance, decorative of, With sculptures so prominent and remarkable That ancient art speaking, But the makers, sculptors and builders Know I not, There is nothing to tell about, Everything but mythical, mythical and legendary. Hindu gods and heroes, Tales and narratives symbolical and epical Drawn from the Mahabharata and the Ramayana, The Bhagavad-gita, The diagrams and motifs to be embossed upon And the gate-keepers guarding the temple gates, Mustached, semi-divine or may not be, I do not know them. The small-small temples, The Vishnu temple, the Siva temple, the Ma Manasa temple, The Shitala temple, the Mahaprabhu temple, Picture and photograph I, The archaeological and archival aspects, The architectural beauty of the small temples, Built long ago, long-long ago Following some lost and forgotten tradition.