A Dance of Glad Tidings

The rhythmic beat of the big drums
is coming nearer,
Castanets clash, fire-crackers snap,
sounds of clamour,  

Dogs and cats flee for their lives,
they go for cover,
The lion weaves a fiery trail of
smoke and cinder. 

 


It stops at a gate and the occupants
sign a welcome,
It sees a red packet on the balcony,
stops as if in hesitation, 

With lightning speed, the dancers
make their movement,
Drums beat a swift tempo, bystanders
watch in amazement. 



With agile feat, the lion rises high,
feet landing on shoulders,
Three in a row, ten metres high, the
creature writhes and prances,  

Its mouth opens wide, a drum roll and
the packet soon disappears,
Having made its way down, it bows thrice
to the applauding viewers.

The dance ends too soon, the lion
slithers to another mansion,
The animals creep out of their hiding
place in fearful consternation,

A golden lion that is invited to enter a
houseful of occupants,
Brings luck and prosperity to all, plus
a year of lively disposition.



26 Jan 2009

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