There is a woman-question, staring as ever-
She who shrieked out from the bowels of Time
Fluttering soulless eyes in fiery feminine anger.
A megalomaniac emperor had embalmed her
And embedded her in his cold marble vaults.

 
Actually the marble beauty of the mausoleum
Had smothered her inner self and left her cold,
As did this old emperor’s fabled passion for her.
A fourteenth child- birth was not for celebration
She had helped create 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)