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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

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