My beloved Dilli
Dont look dejected
For I lied
I was frustated
It was my ego, I apologise
We played in your lap
Your heart bigger than the creche
You would smile then always
You were spotlessly “clean”*
Today you are a forced witness
For the carnage against your children
You sit watching them being
Cremated or buried
How could you have not wilted
How could you escape aging overnight
How could your veil be dried
But wait my beloved
Those born to you
Will return as your sheild
The story is not over yet
The drama will unfold
My Beloved Dilli...
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