We stood before The Taj Mahal
in one beautiful moonlit night
I was holding your hand
and you were leaning on my shoulder
That great moment was wonderful before that marble wonder!
Taj Mahal is not just a marble tomb
but a living poetry breathes love through its pages
in you in me and in all who will stand before it for ages!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem