The dummy horse dancer
Dear children, please hear my pathetic story, I am a rural,penniless dummy horse dancer, I worked a few decades for folk dance glory, I still haven't changed my honourable manner. No village is freed even from my false feet, This showcasing rich culture and real folklore, I make more noise than the band's beat , This day that makes my inner mind soar. Wearing a hollow horse shell around my waist, Tying a pair of wooden stilts on the small feet, Striking the ground to make clip-clop sound based, And creating an illusion of a correct riding seat. Risky venture leads to fatal consequences, It happens in my life on a long festival night, Due to the long performance,I lost my confidence, And it makes me a helpless person on the artist's site, The skillful performance makes me to earn so far, Alas, now-a-days ,iam a differently abled person, Dummy horse dancer becomes a dummy legged czar, Time alone determined the fate of humans, children..
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