O palanquin-bearers, where you humming, humming the songs on the ways <br />Untrodden and unknown, <br />And taking the girl bride away to her unknown destination, <br />The paths unknown, <br />The crisscrosses of her fate unknown, <br />Where the path leading to, taking to. <br /> <br />The girl with in tears, smiling and sobbing, <br />A little girl quite unknown bout, <br />What it is marriage, <br />Just going, going, <br />As they have supposed it to be, <br />As they have forced upon <br />Otherwise who would like to? <br /> <br />May be it hat during the medieval times, it deteriorated <br />The situation if n India, <br />The circumstances otherwise <br />And it came unto the purdah system, the inhuman purdah, <br />Hiding the crystal sunlight too. <br /> <br />O you, where, where you singing, humming the songs, <br />The songs on which, which ways unknown, <br />Going, going with the feet rising in unison, <br />Rising and falling with the same pitch and accent, <br />The black-black feet and legs of those hurly-burly carriers, bearers <br />Humming and going with the wooden palanquin <br /> <br />And the folks on feet or on the bullock-carts if possible, <br />Basically not, <br />All on feet, legs rising and falling, <br />The bridegroom party, <br />But the girl bride lost in thinking about her home, <br />Her mother, father, brother and sister, <br />The familiar scenes and sights of her locality. <br /> <br />The bandmen playing the music <br />And the bridegroom party men moving along, <br />Crossing over the forest tract <br />With lathis and other tools, <br />Full of wolves, lions, tigers and bears. <br /> <br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-palanquin-bearers/
