This is a poetry recital that took place in front of our house in a large field called Dashera Ground. The poetry was really difficult to understand but through the deductions by my room mate, Sean, and I, we understood at least a little. One poet kept Saying “America” and “Pakistan,” and how proud they were as countries. He went on to say something like, “They are always so proud, and because of that they don’t listen. India, on the other hand, always listens.” The crowd then clapped and cheered. Another poet kept saying “Taliban,” but I didn’t understand much of what he said besides that. I was able to record a small audio sample of one of the poets on audacity, but unfortunately, the quality is not so good.
We talked to two teenage boys who sat next to us for a little bit also, but all they wanted to know was where we were from and if we played cricket. The poetry was beautiful to listen to, they went in and out of narrative, prose, and song in a seamless rendering. The event went from 9pm to 1am.