Foreigner Radha,
Foreigner Krishna,
i saw it at ISKCON Mela?
How can it be? ,
Asked he
Out of curiosity.
Said I,
This is the Mela, Fair
Where the hearts meet it.
This is not an ISKCON Mela,
But an Ananda Mela,
Leaving it all be happy.
Surrendering yourself to,
Be you happy,
Let you get Paramananda, the Cosmic Delight.
This is but a heart fair,
An ananda mela, a delight fair,
A fair of joy and happiness,
Bhakti and milan.
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