Madol Poem by Tapas Baidya

The meadow whispers the implicit story
Of the less acknowledged natives –
They work hard all day long
To make both ends meet
Besides this struggle of uncertainty
They amuse themselves with madol in the evening
The heart rendering sound of the foot-steps
Of dancing women penetrates through
Jungle, tranquil field and atmosphere

Reclining on the hard dry soil
I can feel the wavy progress
Of a fantastic fusion
Of enchanting melody of flute
Tune of dotara rhythm of madol, ghungur...
And the breathing-sound of the dancers
And their combined melancholy

But I have nothing to do
Only to touch the sensation of that moment.




Dotara – Two-stringed musical instrument
Madol – Special type of Drum
Ghungur – A bunch of tiny bells, usually worn by the dancers on ankles