Taj Mahal

Mumtaz Mahal, it’s said, rests here below

The name, sadly, I do not really know

Till the break of dawn breathes life on these walls

Painting an epiphany that enthralls

Paired hornbills perch on lattice-like branchings

By water pools’ reflected enhancings

Radiant flowers sway in full spring bloom

All totaled, insight comes viewing this tomb

Throughout the day the colors gently change

Kaleidoscopic in differing range

Until dimming sunset heeds heaven’s call

To enshrine Mumtaz in a golden shawl

Near four hundred years this cycle repeats

To show mankind nothing worldly competes

With such enduring love and devotion;

Taj magically captures pure emotion

TAJ MAHAL - SYNOPSIS

Visiting Taj from sunrise through sunset, I imagined the sun’s warm reach breathing life into this tomb then blanketing it at dusk only to repeat this each day for nearly 400 years strong.

Paired Indian hornbills perched in the surrounding trees seemed to bear witness to this breathtaking expression of profound loss and enduring love. After all, they too exemplify lifelong bonding.

I was envious of this architecturally perfect ancient structure as a declaration of love. What could possibly be my Taj Mahal? The answer was clear. I would leave my poetry and counsel my children to make our family from generation to generation aware of this literary collection describing heartfelt loss, eternal love, and lessons learned. I can only hope my wish will come to pass.