Taj at Sunset

  The Taj Mahal
  Stands before me.
  White and pure
  Its slender minarets
  Reaching to the heavens
  Its  jewelled mirrored eyes
  Glinting in the dying light.
  Perfectly symmetrical
  Perfectly formed
  Perfect
  A testimony to one man`s
  Love. And vision.
  The highest art form
  Man can reach.

 
   My breath catches
   My mind is stunned
   My soul is touched
   At its exquisite form
   Veiled slowly
   As the sinking sun
   Gently caresses
   Its white marble beauty.

 
   Around me the smog chokes
   And the beggars beg
   And the tourists are fleeced.
   But still
   My eyes sting
   And my heart is full
   As India teems
   And sings around me.