In Delhi's streets, she softly strides,
A saree draped in muted hues,
With silver bangles by her side,
And wisdom in her quiet views.
Her eyes reflect the city's soul,
A place where old and new entwine,
She walks where ancient echoes roll,
And modern dreams in silence shine.
The buildings whisper tales of yore,
While she, a keeper of the past,
In every step, she seeks to explore,
The truths that time and thought have cast.
Her presence calm, her spirit bright,
She carries grace in every thread,
In the soft embrace of evening light,
Her path by culture's hand is led.
She stands, a blend of strength and grace,
In Delhi's heart, where shadows play,
A woman poised, a timeless face,
Where intellect meets the light of day.
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