i wrote this ghazal very foolishly, without even knowing that it needs to have a rhyme... then when Vivek pointed that out, I managed to have some sort of a rhyme, and personally speaking, it turned out much better than I expected it to, when i was wrestling away with it. But what Vivek says is very true... that it's actually a repetition of "-ly" and not really a rhyme... well... I didn't know that when I wrote it, and now I'm stuck and have no idea what to do with it! Here goes! the idea is something that germinated in my mind a lon time back in october-november...
a sculptor carving skilfully in agra
my hand was cut off stealthily in agra
abused and worn out weaning fourteen babies
your love in a tomb, tenderly in agra
people from afar visit the world's wonder
amidst squalor unheedingly in agra
built by shah jahan for his beloved wife mumtaz
in history class they said proudly in agra
this white gleaming tomb erected in darkness
Shruti asks cruelly or lovingly i agra.