Taj Mahal Poem by S.D. TIWARI

A miracle of white marbles, the Taj Mahal.
A wonder of the universe, the Taj Mahal.
Whenever the moon glimpses from the sky
it greatly envies the beauty of Taj Mahal.
I yet ponder, is it the architect, bright marbles
or mark of the love, that makes Taj Mahal.
It was just a structure of white marble stones,
if there was no love story to make Taj Mahal.
The largest book in the whole of universe,
written so far on the love, is the Taj Mahal.
I am amazed who should be most admired,
the emperor or the men who built Taj Mahal.
I too have a Mumtaj in deep of my heart
but whom shall I order to make a Taj Mahal.
I have no money to buy precious marbles,
but construct with words of love, a Taj Mahal.

- S. D. Tiwari