They call it bamboo dance,
I call it life,
An element called human,
Is present on both the sides.
Dance, dance, and the dance, goes on,
Leave not a movement to chance,
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 a bamboo in his hand,
All are dancing to the tune,
Which none can understand?