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Jan 2016
I was the Crown Prince,
Prince Khurram was my name,
Of Emperor Jahangir I was the son,
Shāhjahān was the royal title I took,
Shihāb al-Din Muḥammad Khurram
Was my formal name.
It was I who got the Taj Mahal built.

You criticize it as wastage,
As an old man's obsession,
An egotistical marble effigy,
A mark of wasted resources,
And a ******'s rare ambition,
You may detest it's purpose...

But I built it out of sheer love...

Love for power,
Love for wealth,
Love for health,
Love for ruling,
Love for display,
Love for strategy,
Love for history.

I want to be remembered.

Just as I want my poetry in marble,
Pure white poetry to withstand,
In the tests of time to prove me true.

Forever, you'll remember me.

And my crazy love for my Mumtaz.
My HP Poem #994
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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