The tap of the legs,
the closing in of the shoulders,
brushing against each other,
like destined to unite.
The smell of the perfume,
lingering,when the face comes near.
Lost;as it turns to acknowledge the audience.
Magic being cast upon them,
not an illegal act to be condemned.
I shouldnt lose the count,
checking my sobriety;she is.
Trying,if not intentionally,
to mislead my judgement.
Because,I am a victim of her beauty.
Lone prisoner of her love.
Its not that people havent suffered under her denial
Lucky,I am,to be a part of her,
As for now through the dance.
The music gathers pace,
add up to the finale is an embrace.
The moment;as an image is still
The approval comes as an uproar.
Soon the applause vanishes.
The only thing that remains still,
Is the image of an embrace...
A contest entry
- Its Immortal dance... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended April 19, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This poem is very good! I bet you have brought a tear to everyones eye...!
Thanks for sharing!
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my oh my, my little prodigy, how you have blossomed, you are one damn fine poet
well done little bro -
I hear the heavy pounding of the tango music like a passionate heartbeat. Very well done.
Sheila
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Humm..very deep thought is conceived and touched the beauty of the love around the words..just a warm poetry you did my friend..well done;..
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The imagry here is accute, it weaves magic, like the beautiful dancer you depict
this is a little work of art, if it were a painting i would hang it on my centre wall
fine write little bro
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