In Delhi, poetry by Nazim ZarSinner at
Sarang Pande

In Delhi

In Delhi

written by: Nazim ZarSinner


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

Have become representative of Europe’s splendor
Pieces of art stolen from and never shown in Delhi

There are casts and religious fights there, nothing else
Seed of peace and friendship has never been sown in Delhi

Has seen many destroyers, yet standing in existence
Can be seen symbols of every up and down in Delhi

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