The Dance

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

For ~ dVerse Poets Pub