They came at the crack of dawn
their soft steps accompanying gently
swaying bodies, ringing sweet chimes
from tiny brass bells tied to their necks
with pieces of cloth
twirled into tricoloured rope.
Men in starched white shirts
and soft cotton dhotis, summoned air
from pulmonary reserves and let it out
to flow from bloated cheeks
through judiciously parted lips blowing
shehnai sounds into the morning air.
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