Old Delhi Afternoon
- tusharkmandal
- Aug 28, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 29, 2019
Aimless I walk in those forgotten alleys
Cluless I wait on the deserted roofs
There are sounds but no life
There is smoke but no fire
In the mercury bursting temperature There is thirst but no quench Clothes on ropes as dead leaves Black birds bald and hoarse on minarets

#delhi#forgotten


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