Mela, Chattisgarh

A kinetic radiance, the giant wheel.
A lucid thought, the carousel.
A juxtaposed harmony, of strumming toys.
With shrilling calls, lure hawker boys.
The gaze of strange men unknown.
Peep within lest to the bone.

A glimpse and gone, the sorcery. A kaleidoscopic memory.
Blinded by a teal so bright. Captured by the glorious white.
A turn, a tilt, the canvas shifts. Float along the delusional drift.
Stands amidst The Mela me
Muse upon,
I dwell the dream.