Tajmahal in Dream - Could I Feel So without You
Tajmahal, the Dream Land
Tajmahal and Romance in Dream
Who went with me, in that holy dreamland:
Flooded romanticism did oppose; and
Peace did simulate the illusive strand
On servants’ and politicians’ hands
Most, rotten excessively extorted,
But that nation-neutral body-head
Of Mughal’s seven wonders distracted
My sleeping thoughts, rather stormy rain shed;
As moonlit, starry sky above, did show
Heaven’s art on canvas, painted and low,
Dark shady, drowned we , but heads yet to go.
Surely the scenario didest flow
Current on mid-summer’s loadshedded fan. Though,
Without my dearest could I feel so.