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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.
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For centuries they turned labour into ornaments
From Red blood of starving peasants
they made a monument of love
White as a dove.
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But with all their Yellow gold they sank
and sank with them
the extravagant symbol of the love royale
old and pale...
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The Taj !!
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About the pic: This was my submission for a digital art competition at moodi (IITB) and the poem is written by Naash