An Ancient Rhythm

by Arunansu   Sep 2, 2007


The piece is dedicated to the tribal community in India. They are musicians and dancers par excellence.

I became hypnotized
by rhythmic waves
of human chain
surging in
swaying out
in multiple arrays of
nodding heads
clasped hands
wobbling to the tempo
of an early tune,
heard rarely.

Blond rays played on them
inaudibly
shuffling the
umbras, penumbras
and embraced a calming air stream.

Slender bodies glistened
metrically
being summoned by
finger holes of a woodwind.

They sang
"Oh Flower Friend,
the earthly flute
clashing cymbals
and our throbbing drums
weave a charm
underneath the canopy
of flesh and blood."

I sensed,
the waking up
of an ancient pulse.

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