Delhi was not merely a city but a flourishing garden, blessed once with great peace. Its proud title and identity have now been erased, leaving behind nothing but a desolate, ruined land.
The poet remembers Delhi not merely as a city of bricks and mortar, but as a vibrant garden once blessed with deep peace and cultural grace. The heartbreak lies in how brutally its regal identity was erased, turning a sanctuary of art and harmony into a barren wasteland. It is an aching, intimate lament for a golden age and the beloved home that disappeared before their very eyes.
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