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| The Taj Mahal, Agra |
In the wee hours of the morning,
The sparrows eagerly begin to sing
And I stay still, mesmerized by the splendor.
To the allure, I surrender.
A touch may sully the milky white,
Is it just a trick of the morning light?
I stir myself away from the thought,
Standing forth what I had ever so dearly sought.
I walk alongside, as the sun bathes us,
Dazzling like a jewel thus.
I care not even of the sun's glare,
Let one and all be witness to our affair.
Many hours do pass in my spell,
I watch the sun bid us farewell.
The rosy skies caress us too,
Little by little I see a different hue.
We blush as they watch us talk,
Even night dares not to disrupt this walk.
Basking in moonlight, shines the pearl
In obeisance, the stars begin to swirl.
Our reflections mingle upon a feathery touch,
She splashed water at the man who loved her much.
The emperor's taj was no material thing,
Sans the queen, there was no king.
About the post:
This post comes after my recent trip to Agra. The Taj Mahal is one of the wonders of the world and famous for its architecture, origin and its sheer splendor. I was in the queue at 6:50 am in the morning and there was a huge line even at that hour.
This mausoleum was built by Shah Jahan for his second and favorite wife, Mumtaz's tomb. If you read the poem, it describes the different hues that Taj Mahal takes with passage of time in a single day. Alternatively, I imagine that Shah Jahan must have observed the same hues on Mumtaz who was known to be very fair and beautiful. Maybe she was his inspiration for Taj Mahal, in more ways than one.
