There is the woman-question staring as ever.
She who would shriek in the bowels of Time
Fluttered bodiless eyes in fiery female anger.
A megalomaniac sultan had embalmed her
And embedded her in the cold marble vault.
Actually the marbled beauty of mausoleum
Had smothered her inner self , left her cold,
As did old emperor’s fabled passion for her.
A fourteenth child was not for a celebration
She had helped make his entity, lost her own.
(Shah Jehan had made the Taj Mahal for his queen, Mumtaz Mahal who died giving birth to his fourteenth child)