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Sat To Chat

At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right, near the main entrance Just before the famous ‘visitors bench’ from where visitors pose, with faces full of romance As a monumental memory, though the fire won’t quench I was seated at a comfortable distance To watch this mankind’s magnificent marble marvel My mind churned the charm, inch by inch With visitors from the entire globe, lining after a long travel Of all colors, gathering was the crowd of tourist With dressing styles that were, to this land, new My emotions of excitement, I could not resist Their expression of ecstatic too, none knew Flocking was also the beeline of photographers With the face of everyone, full of excitement Earnestly everyone was immersed, as none bothers None can forget in life, this joyful moment Distracted my ‘dream-like-reality’ was an eagle He was flying low, short rounds over the main dome Over his unusual behavior, into me, I did giggle He returned after two short rounds, as it was awesome He now flied directly to the Finial – Islamic moon symbol atop He sat over the Finial, as if he came to chat with me A new relationship between us began to develop I enormously enjoyed this ecstatic and wondered to watch the game Joy or grief never lasts for longer As he could not sit there comfortably As the edges seems sharper and stronger My friend was forced to fly away, inevitably This play of this eagle, perhaps I only noticed Perhaps only towards me, He sat to chat Taj as universal ‘symbol of love’ is highly placed The joy of watching the eagle too, a tantalizing treat! (Copyrights reserved by the Author)

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