My dark daughter,
In this dark world and wide,
Where the mysteries of life and creation
Lie they unresolved,
How to revert to you?

My daughter, affectionate
And loving daughter,
How to unravel,
Unravel the myths of darkness,
Your trouble and tribulation?

You may be dark,
But not from your within,
Not for me, my daughter,
But for them outwardly
As I know it things just appear to be.

Dark daughter, you are
A figment of my imagination,
Art and artifact
Embossed on the outer walls
Of the terracotta temples.

You are my love of sculptures
Of the terracotta plates
Fitted onto the outer walls
Of the lime stone powder and small brick made
Olden temples of yore.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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