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.