India, April 23 -- The moon feels older than time. Yet once, there was no moon-only the collision that made it. Lodhi Garden might not appear as timeless as its crescent moon (see the park's night photo), but it does look very, very old, owing to its centuries-old monuments and its huge unwieldy trees with wrinkled trunks. The park, actually, is young, landscaped by colonial-era hands. This year, it turns ninety. Last week, this space traced the garden through the lives of a few Delhiwallas. This week, poet-artist Tikuli Dogra (insta handle @tikulli), who lives in south Delhi's Vasant Kunj, offers her poem drawn from the park paths. Lodhi Lines The fringes of the day lingered on the ramparts of Lodhi's tomb, flowed onto the octagonal walls...