Bijay Kant Dubey

The Rhythm Of Speech, The Rhythm Of Life

The rhythm of life, rhythm of speech talk I,
The rhythm of living and the rhythm of speech,
Colloquial speech,
Want I to catch,
The cadence and intonation of it,
The sound-breaks and word-tracks of it
By being a folk singer,
A folk singer
And a folk dancer,
A folk painter
Making in her or his own,
Sketching and drawing
On the scrolls of paper.

The rhythm of life, the rhythm of speech
Talk I,
Copy I by giving an ear,
Hearing it,
What does it mean to say to,
Communicate it,
How the speech of it, how the tone,
How the voice,
The cadence and intonation of it;
How do the sound-breaks,
Stresses and accents,
Standard, colloquial and ornamental,
How the rhythm of life pulsating,
How the rhythm of speech?

How the landscape dotted with far flung hamlets and thorps,
The villages far and wide,
A cluster of or without the cluster
And therein it pulsates life,
The life of the country folks,
Dancing to the rhythm of,
Singing at the drum-beat
Or prayers being said to and sung,
In rock-built temples or mud-built ones,
Through various modes and motifs,
But striking the vocal chords
To spring upon
With something new to be shown to
Or held in pride for posterity sake.

Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
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