Of Love and Loss
Why speak of love with tales so grand,
If you never learn to hold a hand?
Why make promises sweet and wide,
If you never intend to stand by their side?
Why is it truth, that only when gone,
Do we miss the light we had all along?
Is value found only in absence and pain—
Do hearts awake only in rain?
The world saw Shah Jahan’s love endure,
A monument vast, so bold and pure.
But Mumtaz, whose name the marble bore,
Never glimpsed the love the world would adore...
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