A Bhil Tribal Poem from Jhabua
I went to the storage barn
And measured out a quintal of rice
I husked it and cleaned it ever so fast
And showed it to my mother-in-law.
But she was most sullen and disapproving!
She beat me with with the husking pestle!
So I fled to the mountains and hid there.
The she became frightened
Lest the wild animals should attack me.
Nervously, she called out aloud:
"Oh Bahu! Come back home;
This house needs you.
I am only a withered leaf on the tree,
Which will be blown away by the wind any moment,
And then you will be mistress of the house."
Considering the social, cultural and economic situation of the Bhil tribe of India, the Bhili poem has many lessons to offer them.
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