Nasik Dhol
Sound bursts from the Nasik Dhol.
Son calls it, ‘Exciting!’
Dad finds it mad.
Teens are receptive to the trends of time.
Frenetic dance in the dry sand,
kindled by the cannabis and its cousins.
Dust rises from the present.
Chenda loses its human fence.
New drum shatters the eardrums.
But don’t cry it’s violent or wild.
To be modern,
one must hear music even in dynamite exploding,
and see beauty in a rock scattering.
Nasik Dhol – a big drum, producing thunderous sound, recently introduced
in the festivals in Kerala.
Chenda – a traditional cylindrical percussion instrument used in the state.
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