Tears of Sculpture

Long years ago there were persistent perseverance for me

Rampant plundering, massive austerities were there for me to enhance the dexterity 

I was meticulously engraved on the walls of temples to bewitch the beholders

I was encapsulating the grandeur of culture with my exquisite crafts works

Dexterous artists were endeavoring to reveal the magic of their deft hands 

So many foot falls the country was inviting for my enthralling and eyeball grabbing sights

But alas!

Everything has undergone massive changes

My beauties are on the verge of extinction and I am in dilapidated state

I am weeping for my past beauty but everything is a history 

Visitors have lost their past excitement for me

They are not staring at me to imbibe my 

hidden elegance

Pollution, acid rain, greenhouse effect have deteriorated my charming faces

Still I have the hope my past beauty will return to me

My picturesque glaze will be restored 

I am the ramshackle sculpture 

Making the silent plea to the sculptors to revive my past....