Mehtab Bagh (Moonlight Garden)
By marandina
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We met on the mezzanine,
lobby of splendour and gold,
our bearded, mystic Hindu guide,
spirited tourists into seats.
Passed meandering, sacred cows,
shuttered shanties on streets,
we gazed through glass, pre-dawn,
hazy rays skimming the horizon.
It was in the Mehtab Bagh,
moonlight garden of a fallen Shah,
where we strolled amongst
ornate fountains, narcissus and fruit trees.
Across the divinity of mother Yamuna,
we gazed its ivory tomb,
crenelated walls and minarets,
Mughal mausoleum to beloved Mumtaz.
And as an Indian Sun
crested its morning sky,
hearts and souls were left
amid white plaster walkways.
*Image is my own
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Lovely, Paul. Really
Lovely, Paul. Really evocative. (BTW - is 'gazed an ivory tomb' - could just be me.)
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Ah well, you conjure it up
Ah well, you conjure it up very well. (And not to labour my point like a pedant...I should have explained myself better, I wondered if it should be gazed at, or gazed upon, rather than just gazed - but, as I said, could just be me!)
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Hi paul, you paint with words
Hi paul, you paint with words such a mystical scene that draws the reader in straight away. I love how you capture the essence of this place. Truely stunning.
Jenny.
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A wonderful experience
A wonderful experience expertly related. An enjoyable read, Paul.
Best wishes, Luigi.
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Lovely
Evocative and a delight to read.
best
L x
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hearts and souls carried like
hearts and souls carried like old sums into this next line- poetry.
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I desperately want to go back
I desperately want to go back to India now and spend a couple of months exploring again. Beautiful poem.
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This evocative take on a trip
This evocative take on a trip to view the Taj Mahal is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day. Please do like and share!
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Hence me forgetting to gild
Hence me forgetting to gild the cherry! Sorry. Lovely poem. Sparked a lot of memories for me too and I like it when something I read does that.
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Delightful layers of meaning,
Delightful layers of meaning, and an inspiration for anyone to visit and inhale the excitement of such a sacred area. A wonderful poem.
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