The Sobbing of Love
Sahjahan, was your love as enormous as this unsurpassed mausoleum?
Was it as pristine as these white stones?
The serpentine dome, jewel crusted walls,
Made this symmetry elegant and exquisite of its kind.
Is there anyone so blessed
To have such an exclusive token of love?
The tantalizing beauty blinds the view of its beholders
And makes me sick
The glittering blur my way to get through your heart
The marble vault disrupts my easy breathing
Strangles my throat in wild fantasy
Shahjahan, neither do I want a pristine white marble tomb
Nor I do want a blazing sky of jewels
This ostentatious luxury tears my heart apart.
Instead bring me the image of those toiled hands
That was cut to make your gift second to none
Bring me the tears of those sculptors
on whose sweat and blood
Standing this mortal memento of love
Come Shahjahan, unearth me from this befitting tomb
And let us entomb this uncanny love.
Nilakshi Dutta hails from the pristine tea gardens of Assam, Tinsukia. She has been working as a Principal in a government Senior secondary school for the past five years. She is extremely passionate about poetry and considers herself to be more of a reader than a writer. Her short stories have been published in famous Assamese literary magazine GORIYOXEE and a few of her poems are scattered in some indigenous newspapers