In Delhi
If I were Emperor of the Mughal Crown in Delhi
British brutality's storm would haven't blown in Delhi
Heaven of the Earth (Kashmir) is bathed in blood everyday
Nothing but death's rose garden is daily grown in Delhi
She was so white and soft last month when left Shimla in North
Air is bad, my girlfriend's skin is turning brown in Delhi
Now have become representative of Europe's splendor
Pieces of art stolen from and never shown in Delhi
There are casts and religious public fights there, nothing else
Seed of peace and friendship has never been sown in Delhi
Though it has seen many destroyers, yet its still existent
Can be seen symbols of every up and down in Delhi
Copyright © Nazim Zarsinner | Year Posted 2022
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