In western Meghalaya where Garos live,
A culture exuberant, with stories to weave.
Amongst lush valleys, where rivers play,
The Garo essence dances, come what may.
Garo heritage full of life,
They are strong in all they strive.
With Dakmanda and Gando, they adorn,
Their colorful attire, from dusk till dawn.
Music fills the air, with rhythms sweet,
As dancers move, to the Wangala's beat.
In colorful attire, they whirl and twirl,
Their steps narrating, an ancient swirl.
In Garo land, beliefs run deep,
Nature's spirits, they fondly keep.
With rituals and rites, they pay homage fair,
To ancestors' wisdom, in the air.
Artisans skilled, their crafts they ply,
Bamboo weavers, under the cloudy sky.
Pottery, carving, their hands create,
Treasures of heritage, they decorate.
From rice fields green, to river's bend,
Garo cuisine, a feast to send.
With fish and meat, and flavors bold,
Their culinary tale, forever told.
Through Den Bilsia and Rongchu gala (Festivals)
The Garo festivals, sing Hosanna.
With joy and laughter, they celebrate,
Their culture's essence, ever innate.
Oh, Garo culture, in Meghalaya's mart,
A symphony of traditions, a living art.
In every dress and in every song,
The Garo spirit, forever strong.
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