This Taj of mine

It shines sometimes,

Sometimes in yellow and

Sometimes in white;

Stands in darkness

Which it knows would

Move by.

It stands and stares

Or even smiles,

Over the journey gurgling by

A journey quite long

Here, calmly drifting away.

Reflections here

And reflections there

Shadows dark

And shadows light

O! This heart of mine leaves its

Reflections on the life moving by                 

O! This Taj of mine casts its

Shadows; be it day

Or be it night.