Taj Mahal in the winter fog
a dream adrift on a frozen plank of ice,
The sublime silence of the river
the cold morning breeze.
The marble domes slowly emerge in view
In the foreground the colors of the garments
of women bending over the stream
dipping the vessels to fill up to the brim,
the blending of the sight and the sound
a miracle was seen on the banks of Jamuna.
Thousands of eyes witnessing a single thought captured in a dream
Thousands of hands working in unison to build a monument in cold stone,
Thousands of people holding their breath, breathing together as a single soul
Every miracle was held together in the space of a single canopy of sky.
And the two women submitted themselves to the task
of filling up the vessels for that day.
The grandeur and the humility!
a dream adrift on a frozen plank of ice,
The sublime silence of the river
the cold morning breeze.
The marble domes slowly emerge in view
In the foreground the colors of the garments
of women bending over the stream
dipping the vessels to fill up to the brim,
the blending of the sight and the sound
a miracle was seen on the banks of Jamuna.
Thousands of eyes witnessing a single thought captured in a dream
Thousands of hands working in unison to build a monument in cold stone,
Thousands of people holding their breath, breathing together as a single soul
Every miracle was held together in the space of a single canopy of sky.
And the two women submitted themselves to the task
of filling up the vessels for that day.
The grandeur and the humility!
It is great to read this.
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