Day is bright—Poetry on the city named New Delhi

Day is bright—Poetry on the city named New Delhi

Written By Shailesh Sharma Pokhriyal,

 18th Novemeber, 11.PM .Dawrka, New Delhi trying to be positive on the city which takes more than you give……

City of heart, hope and food for all, all are near but looks far……

News are made, minster created, building erected; here emotion like dart

Remembering old friend of good times haunts dream like tar

City takes you to medieval times and throws back on broken petrol car.

I think I live very near… New Delhi—city that looks too far…

Oil lamp was burning whole night; someone said it was raining whole night

Those missed might be intoxicated in dark side of city’s life

Day is crimson and bright, sparrow mingling with crow up in the sky

Cemented tower window pans out faces of delight and shy

Children, cars, cafe and career moves out in the street

Beggars, endlessness, old age and crime on the road of discreet.

Food and fashion moves together from street to ramp

Why we lost hope and honesty on the city map.

Monuments gets repainted, stadium gets raised

Still hospitals have long ray of hope and rushed

Gardens get locked with young lovers; behold some one find peacock on the street turn

Late night fog disrupts the movement of city; hey festival of light still gets burn

Aspiration of money and power runs on library and café,

City has round table politics and disco on the same way

Dancers from Egypt and guitar player from France play the same tune

Wine, pizza, noodles are coming out from the kitchen with same name…

Moonlight on my window, tree is hiding a whore

Drunken men shouting on Dry River shore

Executive driving fast car calling traffic like war

Food tables booked, street bar-be-que looks soar

 City of heart, hope and food for all, all are near but looks far……

I think I live very near… New Delhi—city that looks too far…

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