Compulsion
Delhi, my first,
My best love.
Delhi, angry
And burning
And dangerous.
Delhi, breaking
My heart
If nothing else.
Pulling me back
Always and forever.
I have given my heart
On four continents
Yet, Delhi,
The first, the last.
Delhi; Sheesha, Vodka
And more
Beneath my skin.
Delhi, compelling
And complete.
When you finally
Crack me open,
Delhi,
I'd want you
To find yourself.
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