Of Minarets, Dreams, and Memories


Perched on a latticed window

of a century old haveli,

the pigeons fluttered about

as irreverently as

the milling crowd.

Steeped in history,

stumbling through the 21st century,

the city of brick-red buildings

and stone-walled minarets

stands aloof.

Like a proud lioness, now grown old

she jealously guards her secrets.

However, stay still by the

tomb of Humayun

and the djinns will

speak to you.

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