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.
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