The woman question

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)

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