By Satish Warrier
I took a wrong turn
Ended up in a fair
A beautiful gathering
Some place I wasn’t aware
We wandered
Aimlessly
Yet finding destinations
At every turn
A lot to see
Many worthy to covet
A happy rug
And old sad urn
There were shows
There were dances too
Some traditional
Some modern
The crowd
was getting thicker
The heat heavier
Poured amply, by the angry sun
It was time to leave
With bags
full of memories
And a few material things
It was a good day
Wonderful actually
It wasn’t a wrong turn, after all
It never is