An Ode to The Taj Mahal

We made love with the majestic Taj staring at us

You sepulcher of love shining bright
As pure as the dew before the dawn
A result of guilt, or love, or both
Moonshine glimmers as you stand tall
Your marble bodice has withheld
Brutal attacks and loot and muck
Your engraved necklaces hang shamelessly
Devoid of precious stones with dust
Emblem of love, you stood the test of time
Still as the eighth wonder alive

Your ivory white shimmer lures
Lovers from far and wide
The wind whistles through the morgue
A song to which anklets jive
Your romantic legend is wild honey
To morbid lips dying to meet
Your aura austere hides thoughts blurry
And lovers under your shadow sweep
I too was driven by your charm
In your presence was my rose embalmed

My meek beloved though blind
Could not submit to my commands
So he dressed up a modest room
Through its kitchen window shone the Taj
The melodious whistle crept along
Consuming me into its trance
On the kitchen counter, we were stuck
Two souls melting without alarm
Burning flames wouldn’t be doused
Had you not asked me to be your spouse

I’d have agreed but flashes of nemesis
Rushed through my hankering mind
Would I be the only one?
Would you give me all of your time?
The only body you would touch?
Without my face, you’d see no dawn?
Like that delicate flower, I wouldn’t stay
To me alone you’d belong
And if you ever build paradise
You’d do it while I’m still alive

On bended knee, you slipped that ring
That my finger still tightly grasps
Ten years hence, your breath I feel
Caressing my hidden Jasmine starved
Your perfume lingers all around
Shiny eyes gushing my sensual clusters
Your lofty tower labors hard
Vanishing into my thirsty desert
As ripples of rain quench the drought
The silvery Taj smiles down proud

I had asked my then-to-be husband to propose to me in the darkness with the Taj Mahal as a backdrop. He could not manage to sneak in at an ungodly hour. So he managed to find a modest apartment of a government worker. From its kitchen window, we could see the Taj in all its majesty. He decorated it for the ceremony which I enunciate here in this poem.

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