Tajmahal Poem by Prabir Gayen
Tajmahal
Tajmahal
(My Cleopatra)
Citadel of love is empty,
It needs light to vein circulate,
The Sun and the Moon nourish it,
Where is Love The Tajmahal upholds?
The Ode of Love is rare to find.
Without blood or the flow of life,
Taj is an empty shell, graveyard,
With light and shade it is unique,
Having mystery of life and death.
You are real Taj the Moon of Light,
Your eyes and smile surpass the Taj,
Your face is mystic with delight,
A poet must be truant to tell.
Tajmahal with light is joyous,
And in darkness It mystifies,
It is a symbol of love -hate,
You are pure light without malice.
A Living Taj is Standing Bright,
Your beauty glows with suppressed Joy,
Filling empty vault with your sun,
A real Taj of Love before Stone.
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@ prabir Gayen - 13/02/2019: 11: 20 AM.
A fantastic poem, comparing your love with the immortal Taj. Tajmahal with light is joyous, And in darkness It mystifies, It is a symbol of love -hate, You are pure light without malice.
Tajmahal with light is joyous, And in darkness It mystifies, It is a symbol of love -hate, You are pure light without malice...! !
You are real Taj the Moon of Light, Your eyes and smile surpass the Taj, Your face is mystic with delight, A poet must be truant to tell...! ! !
Citadel of love is empty, It needs light to vein circulate, The Sun and the Moon nourish it, Where is Love The Tajmahal upholds? The Ode of Love is rare to find.....! ! !
A Living Taj is Standing Bright, Your beauty glows with suppressed Joy, Filling empty vault with your sun, A real Taj of Love before Stone..!
Tajmahal with light is joyous, And in darkness It mystifies, It is a symbol of love -hate, You are pure light without malice.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 6:03:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem talks eloquently about two different Taj Mahals- one petrified and one living. What one finds missing in the former can very much find in the latter i.e. in the Living Taj Mahal which truly deserves the following epithets: A Living Taj is Standing Bright Your beauty glows with suppressed Joy
Very beautiful analysis....thanks