Taj Mahal 1

TAJ MAHAL In this October day, as usual, Late in reaching fulfillments Memoried paths resenting familiarity Historied tracks crumbling A cloud-shred trailing a mass to merge I walk into Taj and stop to find Adorned love placed in an ornate pedestal. Still selling their lights profitably are the sun and the moon And getting her name yet again and finally is the Jamuna O! unsung architect, why does not This wafer get blown by the wind? Where did you get this sky from, To stick your vision on? Does the full moon become fuller By holding a royal Mughal lantern Will Jamuna loiter dazed by the punch-drunk fort for ever? The Taj is in its all-white contemplation On love birds, dogfights, nemesis and Nostradamus And I walk through faded print with all words spent Watching clouds forgiving crowds’ trespass into the skies.. S.Jagathsimhan Nair * Written some twenty years ago and included in my book “RAINQUAKE” For PD’s ‘Seven wonders of the world’ contest For Andrea's 'Faves' contest again