The Dance Of The Eunuchs Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLGKKMKCNK O| It was hot so hot before the eunuchs came | A |
| To dance wide skirts going round and round cymbals | B |
| Richly clashing and anklets jingling jingling | C |
| Jingling Beneath the fiery gulmohur with | D |
| Long braids flying dark eyes flashing they danced and | E |
| They dance oh they danced till they bled There were green | F |
| Tattoos on their cheeks jasmines in their hair some | G |
| Were dark and some were almost fair Their voices | H |
| Were harsh their songs melancholy they sang of | I |
| Lovers dying and or children left unborn | J |
| Some beat their drums others beat their sorry breasts | K |
| And wailed and writhed in vacant ecstasy They | L |
| Were thin in limbs and dry like half burnt logs from | G |
| Funeral pyres a drought and a rottenness | K |
| Were in each of them Even the crows were so | K |
| Silent on trees and the children wide eyed still | M |
| All were watching these poor creatures' convulsions | K |
| The sky crackled then thunder came and lightning | C |
| And rain a meagre rain that smelt of dust in | N |
| Attics and the urine of lizards and mice | K |
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| From Summer in Calcutta | O |
Kamala Das
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Bijay Kant Dubey: The Dance of The Eunuchs is all about the transgenders coming with their band or group is but a common scne in India. They generally come after hearing the birth of the children or during the marriage time. On different auspicius occasions we too need them as for to seek for their blessings which is but the blessing of Shiva Ardhanrishwara. But in their merry-making and joviality lies it hidden the woes of their life as they could neither be men nor women. What a life did they get for whom life turned into a curse? Even though they make it for a tamasha for the childen sitting wide-eyed, unable to understand what this mazra is, it is in reality a motley of strange fellows with strange physical abnormal deformities. Even they laugh they cannot naturally, even they weep they cannot naturally. There is something which but keeps them coaxing. They too feel it what it is up to live for.
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