My City Of Old Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

My City Of Old

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Only yesterday
I was in Delhi, the city of my birth;
I had asked my son to take me there,
We took the road to travel.
Strangely, the first-morning tea,
It did not revive old memories,
I found nothing to gloss over;
And I wasn't surprised.
The faces I saw were tense,
But not eager;
The city skyline had altered,
But not its air.
Now overcrowded,
It was not the city I had left,
Sometime ago;
A lively and throbbing hotbed
Where the rulers and those to be,
Playfully jousted,
Unique merriment was rife,
Its residents wrote and cited poems;
I miss those days.

Monday, March 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: memoir
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
me poet yeps poet 16 March 2021

SEE many had asked me who is Ravinder SONI Now you have come show yourself who want to love thee you may RKS

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