In the lovely light of the full moon,
lights the sad story of doom.
For in its brightness it outshines,
it's a memorial not a shrine.
While the whole world wonders and craves,
it's beauty is indeed an eternal grave.
Crafty work of art on it is engraved.
Many visitors still do throng, have a chance,
to witness the feeling of it's everlasting romance.
Just watching it, all fall in love,
for the work of the masterpiece,
in just an instance brings lot's of inner peace.
It convey's a timeless message,
of true love, it's indeed our heritage.
A silver glimmer, in the velvet night,
by the full moon, so wonderful is it's sight.
Gaurded it is by four pillars, stand tall and erect,
you are an artist's dream, a picture perfect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem