Dome

A shape used in many monuments
Like those of Akbar’s time
Their constructions took longer than a few moments
As says this little rhyme
The shape of it is what I say
As a bowl of ice cream on a hot summer day
Or as an umbrella never used in may
But the size is so big no child can, with it, play
I bring down something about it
Something of which we know
The monument of India, Our Taj
Is part of what was then their growth
When we open our eyes to see
What is there near me
I look at my friend and she
Has lost my presence very easily
I then wish to know how they were made
These marble statues yonder
These places will aid
In making our heritage stronger.