Beyond the Concrete Jungle
The Khasis
and their living root bridges,
woven whispers of time,
a testament to patience
and respect for growth.
The Santhals
and their vibrant saris,
each thread a story told,
a tapestry of dances,
a chorus of ancient songs.
The Gonds
and their painted walls,
stories etched in ochre,
a language of the earth,
a legacy of dreams.
The Todas
and their gentle herds
a symphony of bells,
a rhythm of the mountains,
a peace beyond words.
The Siddas
of Karnataka's hills,
a whisper in the wind,
a pearl of wisdom in their eyes,
a connection to the stars.
The Naga
and their warrior grace,
a symphony of drums,
a dance of fierce devotion,
a spirit unyielding.
The Jarawa
of the Andaman Islands,
a connection to the sea,
a whisper in the waves,
a rhythm of the tides.
The Rabha
and their bamboo flutes,
songs of love and longing,
a melody of the forest,
a dance beneath the moon.
The Bhils
and their bow and arrow,
a hunter's heart and soul,
a respect for the wild,
a harmony with the earth.
Oh, these are the things that whisper in my soul,
even in the city's clamour.
In their enduring wisdom,
I find my own.
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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