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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
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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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