Agra’s heart - Taj Mahal

 

In Agra’s heart, where the Yamuna flows,
Stands a monument of love, in ivory’s glow.
The Taj Mahal rises, timeless and grand,
A tale of devotion etched in the sand.

Shah Jahan’s dream, built with care,
A queen’s memory, beyond compare.
Mumtaz Mahal, her name carved deep,
In the marble’s veins, where secrets sleep.

The emperor wept, as she passed away,
In 1631, on a fateful day.
A promise made, to honor her name,
A mausoleum to eternalize love’s flame.

Built over years, through sweat and strife,
The Taj became a symbol of life.
From 1632 to 1653 it took shape,
A labor of love, a monumental escape.

The tomb at the center, where the two lie,
Shah Jahan and Mumtaz, under the sky.
The symmetry perfect, a mirrored grace,
Reflecting love’s eternity in this sacred place.

But sacrifices were many, in this grand design,
The workers' hands, both rough and fine.
Thousands were lost, in the pursuit of the dream,
While the architect, Ustad Ahmad, led the team.

The marble, brought from Makrana's lands,
Cut and shaped by skilled, patient hands.
The inlay work, with gems so rare,
A touch of heaven, an artist’s prayer.

Yet, some say, a price too steep was paid,
As Shah Jahan’s vision, in marble was laid.
He sacrificed his empire, his reign was lost,
Imprisoned in Agra Fort, at a heavy cost.

The Taj Mahal stands, an eternal story,
Of love, of sacrifice, and fleeting glory.
Tourists flock from far and wide,
To see this wonder, with awe and pride.

In this sacred place, where history’s alive,
The Taj speaks of love, that will forever survive.
A tribute in marble, a grave and a crown,

The beauty of devotion, forever renowned.