Anand-Mela (The Fair Of Delight) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Anand-Mela,
God, in Your Anand-Mela,
Fair of Delight,
When all have come,
Only one is missing!

God, in Your,
Your Anand-Mela,
Anand-Mela,
Fair of Delight,
All are!

But only one is missing,
Missing,
My God, Anand-Mela,
In Your Anand-Mela,
God, Your Anand-Mela!

The fair in full swing,
Visitors coming and going,
Studded with gems glittering,
Decorating and bedecking it all,
But the morose fellow is not.

Anand-Mela,
God, in Your Anand-Mela,
When all have come,
Adorned with their presence,
Only one forlorn face find I not.

The poor soul standing at the door
As a beggar
When all agents divine
Striding with and passing
And the gala and glitz incomparable.

Anand-Mela,
God, Your Anand-Mela,
In Your Anand-Mela
When I see many
As invitees and guests attending.

Only one lies it uninvited,
Unwelcomed
The poor fellow
Waiting for Your Grace,
Kind Favour!

God, in Your Anand-Mela,
Anand-Mela
All have been invited,
But only one fellow
Lies he kept waiting and uninvited!

God, Your Anand-Mela,
Anand-Mela
Let it illumine and illuminate
The fair,
Let it, let it, My God!

God, in Your Anand-Mela,
What, what have I to do,
To do
In Your Anand-Mela,
In Your Anand-Mela?

I am a poor human being,
A poor soul
In utter despair and dejection,
Angst and bewilderment
And loss.

Let there be, let there be delight,
Delight in Your Mela,
Gala Mela full of grandeur and glitz,
Let there be, let there be
Leaving me bereft of.

God, my poor destiny,
You cannot, cannot, God,
My poor fate and luck,
My luck mine,
It not sublime!

I a poor soul
Begging at Your Door,
Asking for Your Mercy,
Kind Gesture,
Divine Charity and Blessing.

In the Anand-Mela,
God, everybody is but delighted,
Delight is writ large
Over the faces I meet
Only the poor soul kept waiting for.

Delight, delight not in my fate,
In my destiny,
My luck,
Delight not in my fate
Even if it is, it is but short-lived.