Qutub Minar by Vidhun Purandhar

 

QUTUB MINAR


Qutub Minar, the tower of victory;
The tallest minaret in world history.
Right next to a mosque to celebrate
The victory of Ghur to make a Sultanate.
The mosque is none other than
Quwwat-ul-Islam.
It's 75 metres tall;
This poem is so fun
Built by Aibak,
Finished by Iltutmish,
There's no chance of it getting demolished.
It's so cool and big,
That's all for my Indian History gig.

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