Taj Mahal Poem by Bharat Trivedi

On a full-moon night,
Taj bathes bare
with immortal grace
in the cool serene waters
softly shining,
like a moonlit dream
carved in white grandeur.

Marbled mausoleum
gathers dust of endless love
of Mughal imperial lovers
and sweet scent of sleeping jasmines
lingers on the calligraphed graves
while pearly dew drops
caress the majestic marvel,
in misty opaque twilight.

When night sings lullaby,
and moon sleeps on
pillow of cushiony-clouds
monument of unparalleled love
guarded by the emerald-green groves,
pruned so meticulously
sheds pristine tear drops
on the weathered pages of history,

Sometimes,
on a serene crescent-moon night
marble-white ghosts with countless
unknown and un-honoured hands
that chiseled and shaped this “dream in marble”,
tread on verdant regal lawns
and sobs from their wandering souls
echo from the arches and alcoves
of the sepulcher of love’s memorial,
and Taj’s shimmering reflection
scatters in bloody fragments
in the ripples of
polluted waters of Yamuna…


Copyright 2008 © Bharat Trivedi