In the red dust, that invades
In the sun, that announces relentless
In the sounds, projected in speakers
In the crowds that gather for occasions
In the colorful clothes portrayed
In the vibrancy of the atmosphere
In ceremonial, festive and crusading
In religion, birth, marriage and death
In traditions and rites upheld
The banter and the laughter
The shouting and finger signals
The aroma and taste, exciting on taste-buds
A thousand miles, Gulliver traveled
Through lands of giants and the others
To find meaning in search of treasure
Last night I saw a man with body paint all over
He danced to a live music band
Until his heart's content
Upon an open air space, fresh breeze
Where drinks poured, adding to delight
And barbecue of kebab on sticks were served
I laughed on therapy
I laughed loud on therapy
I laughed loud on therapy
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