White Rose ( The Taj Mahal )

Yamuna flows by, quietly,

Seasons walk in silence.

I pass my days, ruminating,
eyes fixed on the pool

My noble friends,
here rests the cenotaphs
of an eternal love,

tread softly.

Hear the obedient Minarets
calling out, 'Mumtaz!'

Union domes,
emerald charbaghs,
calligraphy on the 'pishtaqs'
echo her name

I have to soothe them. Everyday.

Time has formed it's fungus on me,
skin blackened
with toxins,

yet my fragrance haven't died out.

Feel the marbles,
soft,
moistened

step gently.