Gangan - the Talking Drum
The stream of music
Has in it an instrument
Talking beats, not singing,
And sending legs into a frenzy
The hook of a Demigod
Knocking the round bald head
Of the talkative
As it yelps in pain
The hook romantically patting
The head of a voluptuous woman
Shaped as an hourglass
To listen to her talk
Locked in the arms of its betrothed
Like a gem to be protected,
Its ropes are fondled with
To produce sweet notes
Beautiful yet deadly
For it could pass messages
Across the halls of Boruya
As Nobles dance to their death.
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