Fair Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

The colorful frenzied fair
speedily coiling around me.
A sacred fun.
Loud music of mixed sounds
float around.
Ecstatic screams...help cries!
How's that, my own countless
images flit everywhere?
Oh, look there...
An unfortunate soul
slung far away in dark.
Don't keep looking!
Don't waste time!
That too is a fun.
It's all sacred!
Don't try to search yourself.
You are lost from yourself.
Maker of his magic is
compassionate God
for your good.
All blessed moments wash away
confusions and doubts.
Don't think to walk away
from the sacred fair.