| Taj Mahal |
I was called upon by my king He said his wife died giving birth to offspring He wanted to make her a special gift That was made out of marble and a two story lift He gave me a lot of money He said it was for his sweet hone I took it without saying much I could tell that he will break at the softest touch I started hiring a crew Then started at the bedroom view The beds were made out of ivory and the curtains were satin It was hard to design, since my designer only spoke Latin The beds were draped with silk, but my tailor fell asleep from drinking to much warm milk He said we had to build a tomb inside of the house for his kindest, best looking, favorite spouse I thought about how much he cared for her and said God Bless you sir At the end of the week I settled down and slept I couldn't help crying as my brave king wept I woke up early the next day ready to work for the world's largest pay I saw my magnificent creation go up drinking hot coffee from a gold cup Taj Mahal was it's name It got the entire world's fame The Taj Mahal captured all the papers and news, but I wasn't ready for what I was going to lose After the Taj Mahal was done they tied my hands in tight bands They took a sharp knife and cut of the hands that built the Taj Mahal, my hands I wasted my sweat and blood and worked day and night Now they said they were going to take away my sight I begged them not to do this to me, but they said it had to be As I was escorted to my cell I tripped over a stone and fell I would never believe that the king had evil ways All I could do was sing about the good old days
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Poetry |
Classic Collection |