Bamboo Dance

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

They call it bamboo dance,

I call it life,

An element called human,

Is present on both sides.

Dance, dance, and the dance goes on,

Leave not a movement to change,

Least the bamboos may crush you,

As in dance, you advance.

Humans are the holder of the bamboo

Humans are the ones, who dance,

A perfect resemblance of reality,

We call it bamboo dance.

Web of life is too complicated,

Everyone has bamboo in his hand,

All are dancing to the tune,

Which none can understand?