Coming from the hamlets,
Hamlets against the forests,
Hills, valleys and the wilds,
They playing their folk songs and dances,
Beating drums, traditional instruments,
Blowing horns and sticking flowers and twigs
But I hearing from my home
Their songs and dances and music played,
The music of the indigenous people,
Ethnicand racial people
Singing, dancing and playing their indigenous songs
Which humanity seems to have lost,
But I lost in the gait of my own and going
After tuned to it plugging the wires
Of the headphone into my ears
As a judge of the music competition
Marking the heartbeat of the hamlet folks,
The forests losing lustre.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem