The Garba

By Rageesha

The legs will dance,

The hands will clap,

Together with them, the head will shake

And the hair will float.

The track goes on,

The clap goes on,

The night goes on

And the garba goes on.

The bangles, the necklace,

The blouse those are backless.

The skirt with colourful and heavy frills,

The dupatta with mirror enhances the skill.

Along with the drum,

Along with the song,

The hand will clap in rhythm,

And then, the stick (dandiya) will join till the dawn.

Ek tali, be tali, tran tali, (One clap, two clap, three clap)

Sometimes it’s dodhiyu or sannedo,

Call it as raas or garba,

For the slowest, pick up the heench garba.

The jump, the run,

The grace, the style,

The madness to play till the end,

Always some new step will set up the trend.

The circle will go on and on,

The friends will come and join,

Even the strangers are allowed to rejoice,

In this festival, each and every one enjoys.

The night keeps glowing,

The silence is side-lined.

The speaker will keep everyone awake

And the dhol (drum) will make everyone dance.

The smiling face,

The joyful eyes in midnight,

With no sign for tiredness,

With garba, there’s no entry for sadness.

So please, come and play,

Do round, clap and slay,

The whole ground and night is yours,

Participate whether seventeen or seventy four.

By Rageesha