The Confection

My last post before I disappear into the web of books. Owing to my exams (starting from 10th of September, i.e. tomorrow) I'll be back with another creation on 21st...not before that. So till then here's wishing you all the best of days as I sign off with a poem on a mosque in Aligarh, U.P, India.

I turned around and I could see

The sublime beauty

Of the minarets, of the white dome

Perhaps, carved from limestone

Hiding behind the trees

It seemed to cease

Revealing its wondrous beauty

Like a shy bride, doing her duty

Veiling itself from the passers- by

Crouching down yet reaching high

The mosque was majestic and so grand

It really made me stand

For hours watching it in awe

I marveled at the sight and to God I bowed

When the call for prayer from it was heard

Everything went still...nothing stirred...

The mosque in AMU Campus.