Strong iron rope tied,
Between two strong iron poles
Supported with strong weights
The platform ready for a street dance.
Dance, the nomadic street dance troop
Little girl with dried eyes
Facial expression in distress
The dresses are shabby and torn little
She was the dancer in the street troop.
The man with strong built body
Expression of hardened mind in faces
Commanding to the lady in the troop
Beating of drums and announcing
The performance of girl going to start.
People comes in small numbers
The street was less busy and crowd
The girl took her tool of dance
A long stick in her hand kept.
In one signal of the man in command
The little girl raised from the ground
Now the girl is walking through the rope
Balancing herself with the stick in discipline.
Slowly showing her courage and capability
A little dance there though for balancing.
Life is difficult to nomadic people
Places and people have to make their charity
For a living they continuing the dances
The rope dance, nomadic people's dance.
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