The poem,gives us a sad feeling, as it stands as a reminiscence of the beautiful gone by days, of the royal aura.  But now, the hustle-bustle of life, the madness for money, for power and among all other worldly woes and worries, the royal tomb, earth's another moon, the Taj-mahal  lays forgotten.
eeing the Taj's sufferings, how we are all blind to its cries, does make me sad. The so called development, we have made has polluted our environment.
The Yamuna, which earlier was a holy river, is now the home to filth and dirt. The bulls are squatting, flies buzzing around, but we are simply carrying on with our own life, not caring about the Taj.
One of the seven wonders of the world is laying ignored and uncared for, this is  really shameful and sad.