Friends today I am presenting you with my daughter's poem - The Dance. The bird painting below was done by her. She is a teenager who enjoys writing poems and does painting in different medium.Her poems are published in many newspapers and magazines.Her art work has won her a lot of prizes.She aspires to be a doctor and she is pursuing her education in that direction I hope you will welcome and appreciate her as you have done to me. Thank You.
She lifted her hand
And moved it with grace
The feet were gracefully moving
And expressions flooded her face
The dance was precise
With every step having a meaning
Every smile a hidden pain
And every expression amazing
There was something strange
In the dance she was doing
It made her think twice
And give attention to her living
As she continued her dance
She felt inside her an urge
To change her lifestyle
And it came in as a surge
Memories flooded her mind
She copying in tests
She bullying the small kids
She destroying bird nests
Each of these memories
Stung her soul and heart
For she had never realized
What her action had impart
She knew it was the dance
About a girl who was dying
And who was wild to be alive
So she was tearfully apologizing
Then she realized the value
Of her living and her existence
As she made the next step
She felt that she had been dense
The last fragment of the dance
Was about to finish
And she stood as a changed
person
At last realizing her wish
As she dropped dead on the stage
She felt happiness burst inside
And as the applause was heard
She knew she need not hide
She stood up on the stage
Showing her tear glazed face
For she knew that the audience
Had not just appreciated her
grace
She stood as a changed girl
Ready to face the sun
But this time with reality
For she knew she had won
Written by Prakruthi Harihar
Written by Prakruthi Harihar