Pradeep Dhavakumar - On Taj Mahal

O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built,
As a timeless monument of immense beauty
But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built,
As the greatest monument of divine love.

If thy love was pure as the pellucid white marble,
Three wives concurrently, thou wouldn't have had
A Hundred consorts in Harem thou wouldn't need
Instead with a single woman thou would have lived

With gravels and earth if the grave was built
As a philanderer this world would have dismissed thee
As Marbles, Jewels and Designs lavishly decorate
With blinded eyes this world sings praises of thee

Ignore I cannot, the other women thou callously could.
For how could thou love when thou couldn’t care.
Praise I cannot, Tagore's solitary tear on the cheek.
For a love that has been glorified for its wealth.

O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built,
As a timeless monument of immense beauty
But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built,
As the greatest monument of divine love.

Pradeep Dhavakumar

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