Ode to the Taj Mahal
(One of the seven wonders in seven stanzas)
Sri Jagadish Brajabaacy *
Agra becomes a Lilliput
With your unique presence in it
O, Taj standing like Gulliver
Above your fans – Lilliputians.
Like an enormous silver tree
With lots of overhanging boughs
You shine the banks of the Yamuna
As a clean river-side citizen.
What a bunch of marble-flowers
On the tree of eternity
With a swarm of bees buzzing around
Sucking the juice of your blossoms.
Like a community of ants
Around a pot of sweet honey
Eyes stand kissing your lovely face
Unwilling to part from you soon.
Burning with curiosity
Even misers from across Agra
Spend money feeling extravagant
Along with their niggardly wives.
Like Helen in a silk nightgown
Enticing Paris to reach her
You draw aliens and others
On the night of the full moon too.
Unable to bid you adieu
A if 'U' reluctant to quit 'Q'
Eyes that have spent many sleepless nights
Take French leave breaking with tradition.
* Poem written by Sri Jagadish Brajabaacy for Hueiyen Lanpao
This poem was webcasted on July 04 2014.
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