No mountains high with clouds to kiss
No trails with mystery to explore
In Delhi here I do not miss
These nature bits and our folk-lore!

Not all the lanes I have walked through
And some, I know, must be dead-ends
Each lane each day has something new
Not classified as foes or friends.

Adventure not for timid here
Of cliffs and abyss, city is shorn
Surprises lie for us in here
Between the pot-hole and the horn.

What waits for us at bends and turns
Can fill our hearts with joy or fear
All empty stretches, one then learns
Are what the mind imagines here.

And people can be really wild
With rage as tremors to destruct
Landslides, cloudbursts, I think, are mild
In front of outbursts that have ‘but’.

So cities aren’t tame or docile
And we leave our homes fully armed
With presence of mind, lots of guile
Each day we must be back unharmed!

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On the streets of Delhi - a poem

On the streets of Delhi – a poem

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Arvind Passey
17 April 2016