O Jahapana dear, <br />You made me a circus museum jeer, <br />Your wife dearest Mumtaz crying. <br />Where your love vanished or dying? <br /> <br />You were not a lover <br />But jealous of world’s eyes hover, <br />Jealous of even sun, moon and stars, <br />And dump me deep in this purdah wars <br /> <br />Imprisoned my dead spirit and denied even air, <br />In your fascination for structure white rare, <br />Snatched and robbed all my rights behind, <br />Privacy robbed by stinking breath of rogue crowd. <br /> <br />Plundered by their saucy acts, I writhe in pain, <br />In this immortality rule your vanity and arrogance vain, <br />Molded by sweat, tears, blood of man and their families drain, <br />Stand adulated jeweled marble Tajmahal in chain. <br /> <br />Love is mightier than might, deeper than the deep, <br />Love is mother of all the wombs’ reap. <br />Then why this circus of wreckage, dust and stone? <br />Cold beauty of stone can’t turn heart soft cone. <br /> <br />Beware of temple gods you mow, <br />I hear their spirit bite me with their claws, <br />Fluttering white in fear, <br />In billing and chilling tomb here. <br /> <br />You left imprisoned with your pride, <br />I cry in pain and anguish, O Jahapana tide, <br />I mothered your fourteen children rent, <br />But you slew innumerable innocent. <br /> <br />Come to my arms my killer dear, <br />A love that has past the feat of beauty rear, <br />Though hath her decayed beyond all cure, <br />Lord disheveled and has his bones torn manure. <br /> <br />His misplaced love is in chains, <br />In a 6X3 bed, you gave but in vain, <br />Watched and corrupted by bearded hunch, <br />Like a dead mouse in a muddy trench. <br /> <br />FROM: <br />DR. YOGESH SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tajmahal-love-imprisoned/
