every frame every picture a new story
weaves , once you come here , your
poetic soul wont want to leave ..the past
now cobwebbed on the street side for
the good old days grieves..
gone the original owners of these masterpiece
, sold to the bhangarwala
for a few rupees ..memories gone with
the winds lost in the breeze ..
janewale ho sake toh laut ke ana an old
song plays ,at mutton street ....time in a freeze
..ruka hua waqt aur kisi aur ki
dehleez ,,bhulibjatki yadein kahan gaya
woh caravan .. adab aur tehzeeb,,
