With My Uncle Poem by Pushkar Bisht

I make a journey with my uncle,
For the purpose of good health.
We just go through many streets.
I and uncle talking to each other on the different issues.

I listen to him attentively,
Because he is elder to me.
He solves my queries one by one.
His wearing kurta and pyjama gives a nice look.

We stand on the pavement after the walk,
From there three roads diverge into different directions.
Seeing at two sides,
One way goes to slum the other way goes to posh colony.

Uncle is happy to express his views,
He feels ok and makes me feel ok.
He talks about delhi,
How it looked a long time back.

He tells me,
How a big change has come.
It was a nice city but now bad.
The beauty of the city is lost somewhere