Taj Mahal

It reigns all glib jibes in. This blend of marble, myth and jasmine-scented air The sky, empties its moods into its pure face. No-one thinks of its builders Who'd sweated, cursed, gone home and kicked their wives Who'd thrown their evening meal into the grate. A British Princess wearing a crown of thorns Pricked by a spindle courtiers overlooked Wondered at love enshrined in stone That any wife could earn such Royal love. Passing through snake charmers, peddlers, Lip curled Asian dogs, to enter this cool oasis Like a great gold plate a desert's yielded up. Each hardened brick of cynicism cracked A wall of Jerico brought tumbling down Two sisters took the Taj home in a camera A batchelor shared his blood with a mosquito I rediscovered the actual meaning of awe.