Taj Inferno

Kirti V posted under Poetry



The smoke and dust remained so fresh, Made the whole world remark, with tears! The sharp stench of blood, human flesh, emitted from the mark on stairs. Years after the Taj burned up high, People are still alive, in hearts. The people who bid a goodbye to ensure, we survive the darts.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!