In the delightful fair ground
I could hear every sound,
Every inch of it was busy,
The sunday evening was truly crazy.
People were moving from one stall to another
And making a huge clamour,
The stall owners had no respite,
As they had to think about every sight,
Children were hankering after the toys and roudabouts,
The parents were obliged to listen to their shouts.
The owners of the food stalls were trying hard,
None of them was sad;
Indeed the fair can bring people together,
The rich and the poor enjoy it forever.
Glamour! ! Muse of a huge clamour. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A vivid depiction of a wonderful and festive fair. Great imagery.