Dilwalo Ki Dilli

 

Do you also have this thing?

Have a soft corner for the city you have grown up in?

For me, Delhi holds that pride of place,

It's full of memories of my growing up space.

 Not for anything it is the country's capital,

Blessed with avenues wide, leafy lanes and buildings neo-classical.

Lutyens Delhi with its awe-inspiring architecture,

Spirals the city into a different league altogether.

 The city is not just modern but has historic roots too,

Full of riches, many raiders down the centuries it drew.

Ravaged again and again with countless invaders,

The city didn't buckle but in fact enriched its splendours.

City's winters are a treat for the uninitiated,

Foggy mornings burrowed in the 'rajai' have even the most sceptical captivated.

Afternoons spent basking in the pale sunlight with a glass full of tea,

Rounding the evening off with chaat and kulfi is a must, trust me!

 School was exhilarating fun from the sixth grade to the twelfth,

Friendships forged over the years remain a lifelong strength.

Forty years may have elapsed since our passing out,

Going back to Delhi for the reunions is never in any doubt.

 College and the later years is a cache disc of reminiscences,

Delhi beckons you to remember its beauty in all its luminescence.

Years spent in Delhi forever will be cherished,

These nostalgic moments of a life well spent I do relish.

 Large hearted people abound here in plenty,

The young steer the old towards their silver years, O so gently.

"Heart over head" is the mantra of this city,

Not for nothing, the country choruses "Dilwalo ki Dilli" ditty.