Agony Of Trance Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Singing with full-throated ease
One never suspects the end of melodies
Likewise, the inspired dancer is sure and certain
Immortals would woo her, lock her in warm embrace
And the entire Universe would bow down
And worship her as the sole enchantress,
The darling of the heavens, passionately sought after
Driven by desire, the exalted powers
Would rush down, leaving the lofty pinnacles
And everything would burn down in an agony of trance