Those Tambarine Drums
The happy procession passed,
and bright colours people coloured
the sound of tambarine drums,
the afternoon`s rising fervour
The swaying rhythm of those drums,
Enigmatic sweet rhythms but to the ear
The wild swaying of those bodies,
Lost within fervour `f dance and colours.
And but those drums that seek nothing,
Except to the ear of many alike,
Joy to the ear alike of-
Many short and tall alike.
And breathe life alike, to the sorrowed ear,
The sick and the old alike.
and bright colours people coloured
the sound of tambarine drums,
the afternoon`s rising fervour
The swaying rhythm of those drums,
Enigmatic sweet rhythms but to the ear
The wild swaying of those bodies,
Lost within fervour `f dance and colours.
And but those drums that seek nothing,
Except to the ear of many alike,
Joy to the ear alike of-
Many short and tall alike.
And breathe life alike, to the sorrowed ear,
The sick and the old alike.
© 2006 T.Prabhakar. All Rights Reserved.
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