This is the name of New Delhi which care Come live, earn and keep something to share All destinations look like new ladle Everyone had to solve foggy morning puzzle   City of my dream or reality I am taking IS it poetry in making? Or I am in rhythm of the city, I miss in talking. Sitting on pavement with pigeons all around crippling   Yesterday once more, feel fresh like wheel of clay. Rains has washed dark stone road, plush green side way. No traffic, clear weather, bit clouds in the sky. Old tree with freshly minted leaves and clay All made dawn smell as new perfume to spray.   Slowly Sun capturing horizon all around the sky Questions of earning, ruling, fooling and reaching the city Hurdles, wins and politics all coming in every man’s way     Hope with despair begins day of this capital Everything is clear but not visible This is the name of New Delhi which care Come live, earn and keep something to share