When you read them you said words were dead Only mausoleums could be created of them You spoke the same tongue " words" And yes you were right ! your words entombed my living heart but in your love
But these same words archived hope Only the true seeker could find What if they created mausoleums ? I marbled them with the turquoise white of my tears
Intricately chiseled with love's essence Only sunlight could ride with the breeze Into its minarets laid around you , my life confined As now you slumber in the deep of afterlife Under the canopy of the crescent moon
Yes I created a mausoleum A mausoleum of undying love A mausoleum that crowns you A mausoleum I called "Taj"*
Few lines I wrote reminiscing the Taj Mahal! What an example of boundless love ..love beyond life!