Not too long ago, I lived here,
A city that grew, by the minute,
Some like it while, some don’t,
She is my moon, with blemishes of her own.
Spread across, large crowds everywhere,
Yet we find places, for kids to play,
She has for decades, dealt with rulers,
Every time, she fought her way.
Broken bent and lost, rules always,
She doesn’t ever stop, to amaze,
Submissive over time, she is now learning to rise,
Outspoken she will be, and age agile.
Experience enriched her, still does,
She will never fall, and rust,
A new age, a new beginning,
Dynasties or not, may she sore away.
My love for her, will never end,
Hurt deeply, she will always return,
There is a reason, people always wish,
Delhi is, where your heart is.
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Lovely Koshe .. keep continue writing and we continue reading …