The silent symphony, the unsung ode
of millions Loves, that bore no testaments
when turned into a Blue sea of tears
The Kings, the Lears
the crowns and the crowned
all of them drowned.
For centuries they turned labour into ornaments
From Red blood of starving peasants
they made a monument of love
White as a dove.
But with all their Yellow gold they sank
and sank with them
the extravagant symbol of the love royale
old and pale...
The Taj !!
About the pic: This was my submission for a digital art competition at moodi (IITB) and the poem is written by Naash