Festival Beidingkhlam

In the Jaintia Hills, where legends roam,

Lies a festival, Beidingkhlam, our home.

Where rhythms beat and colors gleam,

A celebration, like a vibrant dream.

Amidst the hills, in July's embrace,

The village stirs, with joy and grace.

For Beidingkhlam has come again,

To wash away sorrow, to banish pain.

With Rath in hand, the villagers sway,

To the river's edge, they make their way.

U-lei Shillong, hear our plea,

Bless our land, set our spirits free.

Ka Pomblang Nongkrem, the dance begins,

Feathers and drums, amidst the din.

Men of Pnar, with steps so bold,

Their stories told, in dance untold.

Sports and games, in fields they play,

Football matches, archery's display.

Tug of War and wooden pole climb,

A testament to strength, across time.

Oh, Bêidingkhlam, festival grand,

In Meghalaya's heart, you stand.

A celebration of culture and lore,

Forever treasured our spirits soar.

So let us gather, in joyful throng,

Sing the festival's timeless song.

For in Beidingkhlam, we find our way,

In unity and hope, day by day.

  ~Krishna Acharya

BIO: Krishna Acharya is an aspiring writer/poet from Ri-Bhoi, Meghalaya. A post graduate in English Literature and currently employed as PGT ENGLISH at PMSHRI School, Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, Gomati, Tripura. He is the founder and Chief Editor of the poetic blog 'The Bard and the Ballard' and a Rising Star of the Global Poetic Forum Motivational Strips.

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