They Say It That There Is Nothing In India

They say it there is nothing as memorable in India Barring poverty, underdevelopment, hunger and illiteracy, Fatatlism, superstition, inaction and blind faith But the centuries old rock-built, stone-hewn-and-chiselled temples Contradict the theories, as for the temples built they Cut and pierced through and chiselled But their names we know them not still And this the tragedy of our histriography! The hills turned into the pieces of art and architecture And the sculptors decorating the temples, Where those architects, sculptors and temple-maker kings, Why is history silent about them!