Taj, The Eternal Symbol Of Love (Sonnet) Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

By Jamuna's banks, where golden rivers glide,
The Taj, a symbol pure, of love's sweet grace,
In marble clad, with beauty sanctified,
It triumphs o'er the years, time cannot trace.

Its walls, as white as moonlight's tender gleam,
Stand near the heavens, casting shadows long;
A palace built not of mere earthly dream,
But carved from love, its voice a sacred song.

Though kings may rise and fall, their crowns decay,
This holy mansion, firm, will never die;
For love, eternal, shall its light display,
And pierce the darkened heavens with its cry.

Till lovers' whispers cease, and stars grow dim,
The Taj shall stand, an anthem soft and hymn.

By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June10,2025.