Would she ever admit
the dance is an illusion?
No, she would never think to quit,
allowing the slightest intrusion
of a watcher’s habit
of confusion.
Nor would she sacrifice the art
to that confusion ever present in her heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dancing is a performing art and as an artist she may be loyal to her art. Beautifully expounded. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Thank you for your response, Ratnakar! Best wishes Charl