Dance Of Pawns Poem by Bharat Sakate

Dancing,
creates waves,
to rejuvenate slaves,
mingle in transient games.
ah! Dance, dances,
but where to dance,
how to dance,
why to dance.
whether you would deny dance,
you can not stop dancing,
dancer is inborn caste,
shading in hearts beating,
just move, shuffle feet,
waist and wrist,
call it,
sound of flute,
listen like pawn,
watch like clawn.
why?
because you are creators pawn
do not consider as master
of transient play,
you are destiny pawn.