Dilantha Gunawardana

Taj Mahal

A supreme dome, luminescent
Amidst falling moonbeams
Sprinkled from the heavenly face
Of a spherical heiress to the throne
Of the celestial citadel, god's adobe
Her perfection only vanquished by the flare and wonder
Of marble's doming incandescence
Majestically holding her poise, yet pirouetting her splendor
A fortress entwined in the fabric of a perpetual love
Transcending time's legacy of an erosive suit
To resist nature's hemorrhagic peel, mother patience's invasive exploit
To bestow on the beholder, the life-blood of a timeless love
Undefiled from doubt or envy yet trapped in the labyrinths of mortality
For man to soar in the exaltation of a pristine love

Submitted: Thursday, November 15, 2012
Edited: Thursday, November 15, 2012
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A poem on the eternal love symbolized by the Taj Mahal

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