In the land of rising sun, where Himalayan topline,
Arunachal Pradesh, a cultural shrine.
Twenty-six tribes strong, their voices ring so true,
Each with traditions, whispers of the old and new.
Donyi-Polo's wisdom, is heard in the air,
Sun and moon as deities, guiding everywhere.
Harmony sought, with every living thing,
A reverence for forests, where spirits take wing.
Skilled hands weave magic, on looms so bright,
Carpets, paintings, woodcarvings, a dazzling sight.
Bamboo whispers secrets, in baskets crafted fine,
Art forms passed down, a heritage that will shine.
Festivals erupt, with color, song, and dance,
Losar's joy, Solung's strength, a joyous trance.
Aji Lamu's grace, Chalo's playful beat,
Nokte's martial spirit, tapping rhythmic feet.
Languages so many, a symphony untold,
Tibeto-Burman whispers, stories yet unfold.
Nyishi, Apatani, echoes on the breeze,
Mishmi in the east, whispering through the trees.
From arranged unions, to elopement's call,
Wedding rituals, blessings upon all.
Yellow chains of bamboo, a bond that will hold,
Sugar's sweet welcome, a story to be told.
Ancient beliefs linger, in every tribe's heart,
Spirits benevolent, playing a sacred part.
The Dandai's wisdom, dispelling every fear,
Sacrifices offered, for a future crystal clear.
~Krishna Acharya
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