The Dewa fair started with wonders and glories,
Just like the immense events in great stories.
The shopkeepers worked well arranging the articles in their shops,
And the various swings, Columbus, break dance, belongers prepared the nice swings at high tops.
The first night went on, people moved, shopkeepers sold,
All feeling good, enjoying well and ‘It’s gonna be great’ to everyone they told.
But O nature, great secrets you keep in your eyes,
And it started raining heavily even before the next day’s sunrise.
What a rain, that was,can be imagined just by nature bards,
More than half the land got submerged in water, it rained so hard!
Water followed the small apartments, the unlucky restaurants,
And did not spared even the small poor people’s tents.
Some pitiful restaurants got their cloth roofs torn,
And felt really sad after viewing the cloth pieces which their shops worn.
The strong wind worsened the condition of many tents and stalls,
And the cricket ground got badly submerged after the disastrous heavy rainfall.
Some enjoyed it and moved happily in the watery ground,
Some got stressed observing the pitiful condition around.
The horses and buffaloes suffered along with their masters,
Poor visitors and shopkeepers too experienced such disasters.
The situation started becoming unbearable,
Then came the silver lining, as comes in all fables.
Finally the rain came to an end,
And the golden sunlight for drying the water was send.
The shopkeepers felt better and worked hard with their double power.
And they all succeeded in fighting with the rain-showers.
The saddest thing left was only this,
That the great night programmes were being missed.
Their cancellation made some visitors sad,
But to have the Dewa fair, each one was glad.
After two- three days, the fair regained its wonder and popularity,
And came the huge crowd both from villages and cities.
The fair weather too made it, the favourable place,
And the Dewa fair got back its great pace.
The crowd of men, women with infants in their arms,
Showed me some great human charms.
Young girls, boys and children too, crowded the way,
Some went, some came any random day.
The worst part of Dewa fair was the push and pull,
All trying to overcome each other to their full.
It seemed like the human ocean,
All swimming across to the farthest portion.
Here occurs the noise pollution,
And to overcome it, no solution.
It makes me feel amazed,
When at every personality I have slowly gazed.
What a coincidence that draws thousands of humans together,
And with the same motives of enjoyment, so many of them gather.
One evening these glories of Dewa fair will depart,
With great fireworks and lightnings, in the sky’s every part.
One evening the sky of Dewa, will become the brightest,
And then will return back, all the visitors and guests..
