Wonderful is not so much
The mausoleum's chisel cut beauty
As the beauty of the love
Arrested in its architecture-
Starry white dome in starry space
Ray lit clouds set aglow
Fairer than the sky, akin to third eye
Visitors' mind illumine with cosmic bliss
As night snuffs asleep.
What's bricked up looking glass
Dawn sunpolishes
Till Jamuna's surface looks back
Hallucinating but still real.
There's in it no beauty
That's not surpassed in beauty
By beautiful carved adage
Till earth wears out love like theirs
Suffuses this world wonder sarcophagus.
The Taj at Agra in India is a monument that speaks volumes about the hapless thousands who toiled and perished in the process and it stands out as an image of hypocritical dimensions far fetched from the real angles of love between an emperor and his wife. The poem points finger at the evidences of many disastrous acts of human folly.
Being an Indian..I am proud of this poem...and I am really thankful for expressing it so beautifully...Cheers
Wonderful is not so much The mausoleum's chisel cut beauty As the beauty of the love Arrested in its architecture- Beautiful insight...
I recollect Pearl Of Love, a short story by Oscar Wild. It started with love of Mumtz Mahal, gradually it was changed in love of art, for us it's a symbol of love, a work of art. You have written a nice poem on it. I visited this wonderful tomb on my twentieth birthday.
Hallucinating but still real. There's in it no beauty That's not surpassed in beauty By beautiful carved adage Till earth wears out love like theirs Suffuses this world wonder sarcophagus...fine piece of poem
Beauty of love arrested in architecture-an elegant meaningful write.Love it.
It is a beautiful poem about a beautiful place. Well captured. Thanks.
You had us standing in front of the Taj Mahal and I thank you for putting me there emotionally because it will never be physically.