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Jun 2016
Where green leaves dance
With a jingling smile
The tree, their school of dance
Comes the wind, their master
Making them dance like
Jingle bells on a Christmas tree
To and fro, up and down
Twirling and twisting
In between comes the branches
Their dancing pairs, making it
More appealing for our eyes
Roots, the ancestors
Were fantastic dancers once
School born from a
Dedicating dancer, the Seed !
Prathipa Nair
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Prathipa Nair
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