Festival//
Months of hard work
has finally borne fruits,
Our harvest is ready
and joyous is the mood.
Our shaman begins
by thanking the God above,
As a deer is brought in
by the hunters.
We all kneel before the alter,
As the sacrificial hymn is chanted before the fire.
Then our chief declares the fair open.
The children rush to play the games.
Stalls of all kinds on display,
And traders screaming to
attract our attention.
Aroma of the local brews,
Intoxicates the senses of
young and old.
While assortment of condiments,
Keeps all the children glued.
Then we all assemble
in the field beside the shrine.
Where we all dance to the beat of the drum.
The full moon luminates the night,
As we go round the bonfire,
Dancing in joy unbridled.
This fanfare will continue till late,
As we celebrate our little success.
This our festival
to honour our tradition,
Our tradition to celebrate
our fruits of harvest.
(c) Anurag Talukdar