The Taj mahal in me Took so many years to be, Now only do I visit, To find There is no room for me to live, I have put my every Mumtaz to sleep, In me, The four minarettes stand erect seeking, Approvals from the air, My Taj Mahal has approved all the love The eyes, those have cared, My tomb of desires, shines, A deadly white silence, Most of them dead, few lived, A few were beheaded alive, Many died, in the wars among themselves, My Taj Mahal is cold, They say, The beauty but still shines, The full moon may seldom happen, But it stands out as a piece of ice, Colder than the coldest of the nights, ?......read on..
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 05:20:24 +0000
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