The Dancer

Wow! What a pretty dance,

It broke its own boundaries,

And arisen in a deep self music,

A steady and periodic approach,

To reach you, without any aim.

The Earth the dancer,

Is not following any rule to show,

Is dipped into its own and vanished other side,

No Payal, No Bansi, No Sitar, No Mridang,

Still a composition.

Anybody can not be stay out if he watch,

Anybody will be dumb if he listen,

And will be mad if start doing,

A gentle but a different way of being you,

Just a dance of its own kind,

With a sound of no mind,