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Ghazal
Poems
Feb 2014
Ballet for me
She starts gently tapping on the floor and then romps,
With one hand spread and other near to chest, she stomps;
Stage light follows her as she Palisades below,
As a shooting star which leaves behind the glow;
Her skirt appears to be a turning disc as she twirls and capers,
And when she pauses to resume, as a sugar heap it tapers;
As a pappus, she for a while rises and floats in the air,
Alights too as slowly as the same, oh what a flair!
She with her toe so elegantly executes pirouette,
Only other which will do this is a spin top and her silhouette!
The entrenchments surprise me and are enchanting,
As I count the leg crosses, eyes seem scanting
In that step, as butterfly wings, her legs flutter
I am here stupefied with no word to utter
As the prettiest angel that I can ween,
As the nearest iceberg that I have seen;
Sometimes she flies, sometimes she glides
Giving reasons for her, in my mind, to abide...
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