The Dancing Girl. -Poem
She dances to the eternal tune... Not giving a care to what anyone thinks... To the rhythm she sways..her wrists and hips... Her step never fails..to the song it whips.... To the ethereal song, she dances off... Her eyes seem closed, her jig won't stop... She doesn't mind where the road will lead... Each baffling seam...on the go she'll read.... Through the curtains of wounds and delights.... That cling out from the nothingness.... She drifts through all the pleasures and plights.... Whatsoever maybe her obscure business.... The road sometimes is a jolly slope.... Or a haunting uphill with a daunting trope... No one here has enough will to see.... Where the path will lead, is there any offing?... But she never fumbles... Nor she ever falters.... The ineffable note..her lips mumble... As she placidly balters.... The girl will dance.... She never gets bored.... The world's her ball... She'll prance around the floor... The house is always full... But the crowd is a bit naive... They clap for all her moves... And take their guilt to the grave... The song won't fade.... It will keep ringing.... Those who listen will leave... Cosmos will keep singing.... The enigmatic ballad is so vivid but the ears couldn't hear.... Years will pass and it can be seen in an abrupt rolling tear..... To the timeless melody...her body resonates.... On that cosmic rhapsody....her mind meditates.... Up on to the mount... Spading the light.... There she goes dancing into the sun.... Through the effulgence...in an invisible run.... Ah it's a spectacular sight.... Sure it's a view to behold...if only one could see... A dainty stroll...by a lass with a frolicking knee.... It's a story being written...fresh anew.... It's a tale being told...old but true.... It's a song being sung...placing the clue.... For the maiden to go about her impromptu.... As she dances to the eternal tune.... Not giving a care to what anyone thinks... To the rhythm she sways..her wrists and hips... Her step never fails..to the song it whips....
