Across
- 3. I stand in Delhi's heart, witness to history's art. Bloodied past I embrace, a gateway with a chilling trace. What am I?
- 5. I'm a stepwell in Delhi's heart Centuries old, a work of art.
Down
- 1. In a city of poetic grace, where verses weave their embrace,Mystical walls tell tales untold, in the heart, secrets unfold.Echoes of ghazals in every room, within these walls, love's in bloom.What am I, a haven of rhyme? Solve the riddle, take your time.
- 2. I'm a narrow lane in India, full of charm,With vibrant colors and a lively alarm.Stroll through my twists, where stories unfold,In the heart of Delhi, what am I called?
- 4. I stand tall in Delhi, a marvel of art,Where the Yamuna's whispers play a part.In stone and marble, my stories unfold,A sanctuary of peace, both ancient and bold. What am I?
