Live in Taj Mahal

Live in Taj Mahal

When my hands will grow numb
And the mind will be useless
And the heart will be as dry as the deserts
How shall I tell that you meant to me?

When my eyes will grow dim
My hair shall turn gray
And every utterance will be mute
How shall I tell what I felt?

When the veins will carry no blood
And the things will be like the dim light of a candle
How shall I see your beauteous face
That’s shine with the rising blending of sun rays

So my love, Listen my heart
Its sings a ballad of love
To tell you how much in deep within
I have kept your name with protected out of vanity
And every destroyable flood

So live within me while in the morning
Or in the noon
Or in the evening while the birds returns home
For this heart made a Taj Mahal
With purified, sanctified love.