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Yes the poem makes me sad.The poem conveys the fact that people are busy in their job and daily deeds.The river Yamuna gets filled with filthy things and the taj mahal is surrounded grimy regions.The children notices the presence of bull in the banks of yamuna.The bull is surrounded by swarm of flies that reside in the place near taj mahal.

Taj mahal being one of the seven world wonder indicates that even if the king,queeen and other emperors has dead,they keep spreading love through their exquisite structure.But the surrounding people don't have concern for it Taj mahal is a great beauty to our nation.

The poet denotes it as "other moon to earth" and "marble flame".But now taj mahal only gives pain and sorrows to one side love.It notifies one side lovers about the true love of Shajahan and Mumtaj.
Yes, seeing 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.It stands as a reminiscence of the beautiful gone by days, of the royal aura.  But now 300 hundred years after the royal couple left, 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. The rivers around it have gone filthy, polluted, still, who's there to care? The crown of India, our Taj is suffering, but we, the people can't even spare a few minutes from our life, to respond to its cries, and the Taj goes on suffering. The filthy bulls surround it, flies buzz, still everyone, even the tourists ignore. The Taj, till date showers us with its magical beauty and wonderful love, but do we return it? No we don't...and the Taj silently woes its wound of unrequited love. All we do, is to add more pain to that wound of unreturned love.