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A poem about the Mela

Middlesbrough Mela

It’s July again,
When Punjabi, Mirpuri, Hindi and Urdu
Medleys conquer Albert Park.

The lush green park bursts in a riot of colour, kaleidoscopic saris and salwar-kameezs, overshadowing with summer dresses.
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The enticing aroma of samosas, pokras and sizzling kebabs drifting with the wind, enticing the young and old.

The clothing and jewellery stalls
Besieged by grannies, mothers and Aunties, all in search of the latest fashion And a bargain of course.

The young, like the other twenty five thousand from all over Britain lured by feast of music, entertainment and dancing.

It’s the month of Middlesbrough 17th. Mela!

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