Marvelous monument - Taj Mahal,
Glimmers in glorious sunlight,
Reflected in water, crystal.
"A monument of love," is it?

Behind the dazzling glamour,
Can a legendary damsel cover?
- A queen, to whom flowers shower,
The sad tale is how she had to suffer.

Being the jewel of the crown,
Of a king, mighty,
Chained by tradition,
What's her prime duty?

As the royal machine,
To add more to the progeny,
Fed up with duty fulfilling,
She preferred her final journey.

Deceived by beauty, enchanting,
Reality trodden under,
It's a 'monument of suffering,'
Covered by splendor.

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Taj Mahal was built by king Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife Mumtaz Mahal, who died after giving birth to their fourteenth child.