Woman question

There is the woman-question staring as ever.
She who shrieked  from the bowels of Time
Fluttered soulless eyes in fiery feminine anger.
A megalomaniac emperor had embalmed her
And embedded her in his cold marble vaults.

Actually the marble beauty of the mausoleum
Had smothered her inner self and left her cold,
As did the old emperor’s fabled passion for her.
A fourteenth child- birth was not for celebration
She had helped create his entity, lost her own.

(Shah Jehan had made the Taj Mahal for his queen, Mumtaz Mahal who died
giving birth to his fourteenth child)

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