In Bishnupur our horses do not fly
Like the horses of the Sun-God’s chariot
Their decorated necks are humorous and brittle
Our crumbling terra cotta temples are Godless
The temple ponds are now washermen’s ghats
Our gods no longer adorn the Dance Hall
We have potato cold storages, everywhere,
And our listless young men are playing cards
Under the shade of the ancient banyan tree
Our horses do not fly these days.








(The Bankura horses are made in wood and clay . Making the horses is a cottage industry in Bishnupur.

There are 35 ancient temples,in laterite and terra cotta,dating back to the 17th /18th centuries . The temples are exquisitely beautiful and are in a good state of preservation.

The area is predominantly a potato-growing one with a large number of cold storages. The seasonal nature of the potato cultivation and trade has resulted in large scale underemployment.)