That skin where sticks thump

Where rhythm is heated

Where festivity is centered

Where smiles are aroused

Which turns the female waist

Which make the heart drunk with pleasure

Drums – Even the words

You speak woe all women alike

Breaks all ethnic difference

Makes a day to be remembered

Drums is life to a dancer

Health to the age numbered

Love to the broken hearted

Food to the hungry wanderer

Drum – I wish I could be you

So that at my words ladies would swirl their waist

At my whispers smiles would come

At my shouts the world would gather

Not for anger

But for love

Each day I seek one thing

In this world of boredom

I wish to be a beautiful drum.

By Minstrel

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