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When mornings rise in splendour’s awe,
behold! The Taj Mahal.
A monument of marbled grace
where sleeps, Mumtaz Mahal.
Of yore till now in silent light,
in peace where lovers rest.
The Shah Jahan, wherewith his bride
neath domes and minarets.
Of blood and sweat, of artisans,
from stone, a masterpiece.
In Agra she awaits the souls
who come to worship peace.
Where madding hearts are pacified,
where tears are washed away.
The lonely ones who yearn for love
for there where lovers lay.
Her spires donned in chiseled leaf
in artistry complete.
The sculptor’s hand, his loving eye
to master each motif.
Calligraphy with fervour scribed,
so sad a heart professed.
Such pain engraved in ancient script,
‘O Soul, thou art at rest’.
Of vines weighed lush with sculpted blooms
adorn her gracious walls.
Ascending to her minarets
like lover’s answered calls.
Her dome bestowed on grand romance
in everlasting sleep.
Where reigns but quiet, the quiet of dreams,
where hearts will always keep.
Perfection she, the art of arts
in stone and symmetry.
A place therein where lovers lie
in death’s tranquility.
From heaven fell a marble tear,
the jewel of love’s mirage.
Where suns and moons devote their light
in reverence to, The Taj.
behold! The Taj Mahal.
A monument of marbled grace
where sleeps, Mumtaz Mahal.
Of yore till now in silent light,
in peace where lovers rest.
The Shah Jahan, wherewith his bride
neath domes and minarets.
Of blood and sweat, of artisans,
from stone, a masterpiece.
In Agra she awaits the souls
who come to worship peace.
Where madding hearts are pacified,
where tears are washed away.
The lonely ones who yearn for love
for there where lovers lay.
Her spires donned in chiseled leaf
in artistry complete.
The sculptor’s hand, his loving eye
to master each motif.
Calligraphy with fervour scribed,
so sad a heart professed.
Such pain engraved in ancient script,
‘O Soul, thou art at rest’.
Of vines weighed lush with sculpted blooms
adorn her gracious walls.
Ascending to her minarets
like lover’s answered calls.
Her dome bestowed on grand romance
in everlasting sleep.
Where reigns but quiet, the quiet of dreams,
where hearts will always keep.
Perfection she, the art of arts
in stone and symmetry.
A place therein where lovers lie
in death’s tranquility.
From heaven fell a marble tear,
the jewel of love’s mirage.
Where suns and moons devote their light
in reverence to, The Taj.
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