Just one of those

Run down north avenue.
Delhi roads lost to nothing new.
Why does the road arch.
When the car stalls at the car park.

Oh my line.
Oh my wine.
Oh I Me Mine.
Oh Thee Thine.
Oh ecstasy divine.

Tall skyscrapers arching into the blue.
Delhi skies lost to nothing new.
Why does the pigeon swing.
When my dream is on the wing.

Oh my frisky.
Oh my smoke & whisky.
Oh my policed restaurants.
Oh me, my ignorance.