Dancing with grace
Her stellar moves narrated stories.
The stories beyond a pub dance,
The stories beyond a night’s cover.
Her red lace frock twisted and twirled
Like a summer tornado,
Gathering all earthily pollutants
And imparting them to the clouds.
The Critics opined,
“Her red lace frock is short,
She’s flashy,
Rude and sassy.”
The Intimidators remarked,
“Her skin so fresh,
Despite a hectic day’s work.
Her gaze, can rip off any man’s heart at a look”.
The Suggestors mumbled,
“Other turtle-necked girls are the best”.
Never knowing,
If they are best inside-out!
The Dreamers believed,
“Beneath those angelic looks
She’s hiding,
A heart with devilish charm.”
The Stalkers commented,
“We could steal her hamper,
Which nature has gifted
with all”.
The Egoist were afraid
To approach her.
For her perfection,
Shatters their ego.
The ‘Speakers’ are
The ones from shameless wombs,
Who are yet to find
Something good to do.
The ‘listeners’ are the ones,
Who buried their free spirits while alive.
There’s the red dressed girl
Still dancing on the floor.
She continues to twist and twirl
Like a summer tornado,
Gathering all earthly pollutants
And imparting them to the clouds.
Dr. Alka Ram
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