Oh! Lovely Taj,
This is where you stood once,
Beaming with pride,
Your beauty you cannot hide
To early November light
You woke
Stretched and yawned
Found a gun in your face
Now you are in shambles
Broken pillars
Cries of people dying
Bodies frying
Frozen faith, Shattered panes
Political sympathies, Booby trap
The invisible man, Pot shot,
Fagin's day, Boman, Last dinner
Crumbled under barrage
'We will build a new Taj'
Carnage, blood collage,
Can we bring back the entourage?
As i watch it on the news... i thought to my self how could anyone with a beating heart do such a thing like that.....my Heart will never understand things like that! But i do understand a powerful poem like this! ! from your heart to your hand i am spell bound once again a 10....Peace my Friend and Hugs
One of the finest piece of poetry on the subject so far.you have written It with devotion and great nostalgic feeling which conveys uncertainty with little sarcasm in your last lines.some words i do not understand.i wish i could write like you.10 plus
it will be raised to its old glory but wonder whether our country ever see glorious days again? ? ? ? ?
Beauty lasts forever Reshma, to the eye of the beholder.. Andrew 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
commanding stranzas. well written