Cursed Beauty And Beast Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Charm like a bright star-
Moved alone in a king’s bar,
Usurped by the desperado killer,
Butchering her hubby dear.

Her splendor became a curse to self,
Veiled in a rotten dwell and no relief,
Mothered sixteen rogues with grief,
In fourteen years of hell of conjugal life.

Lived like a to be slaughtered goat,
Surrounded by mercenaries ghost,
No body to hear her pained breath,
And so lived her life sworn-ed to death.

Played like a bitch on monarch’s thigh,
No one to feel her pain high,
Cried for ever in a bitter unrest sigh,
Only eyes narrate the sad tale but cannot defy.

Temple grand was razed to rest her dead,
Hands were chopped of grave diggers, sad;
Easier to brand as love memorial, grand:
But all for love or all for hate, mad.

It will be a treason to call it love,
And a sin against God seeing above,
The anguished woman shall never be,
The cruel lover never made her shine.

Her body grew thinner and thin like a bee,
Dreaming for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in a dark lane,
Died un-warmed for true love's flame.

No body knows, what this great beauty inherits
Head queen with all the wealth and pains but no merit!
It sounds like tales from the Arabian land of spirits,
And life has no meaning, like universe with no day and night,

For pain, dear friends, she renounced this endless strain!
What worse thou has good great woman obtain?
Palaces, titles, slaves but a suffocated chain:
Or throne of curses which his sword had slain?

Cursed beauty was Mumtaz Mahal,
And the beast was Shah Jahan, cruel;
Memorial named is Taj Mahal,
Devotes are called intellectuals, secular.