The Taj Mahal: A Lover’s Paradise

The Taj Mahal: A Lover’s Paradise

Beneath the moon’s enchanted glow,

where marble dreams in silence flow,

a lover’s tale, both fierce and bright,

lives on in whispers through the night.

A palace born from sorrow’s ache,

each stone a vow, each arch a wake,

of love so deep, so vast, so true,

that even time bends low to view.

The river hums a wistful tune,

as jasmine spills its sweet perfume,

while shadowed minarets stand tall,

eternal guards of love’s great call.

Oh, Taj Mahal, pure, bright, divine,

a monument where hearts entwine,

where lovers lost in time still stay,

embraced in marble’s soft embrace.

The dawn’s first light, a golden hue,

paints love anew in misty dew,

and every heart that stands in awe

feels love’s own hand in white marble.