The Taj Mahal - Poem by Beatrice Hann
I've seen the sunrise on the Ganges and on the peaks of Everest
But the Taj Mahal in Agra is the place I love best.
The beauty of the mausoleum in marble of pearly white
Is reflected in the water by day and by moonlight.
The paths leading to it are flanked by cypress trees
Whose dark green foliage sways gently in the breeze.
The Taj, built for Shah Jahan in memory of his wife,
Brought him much comfort in the last days of his life.
He could see the reflection of Mumtaz Mahal's tomb
In a little mirror on the wall of his room
Where he was imprisoned in the Agra Fort
By his ambitious son whose place as Emperor sought.
Now people come throughout the year from countries far and wide
To gaze upon the Taj Mahal - once Shah Jahan's pride.
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