The Silent Dance Poem by Deepak Calyampoondi

The art so perfect, in human shape,
The Roses sway as she is placed,
A silent kiss to her perfected smile,
The still dance of manequin is talked at distant miles.

People come and people flow,
That mesmerising gaze and many hearts grow,
The peacock feathers and perfumed air,
A picture so perfect as the fair lady stares.

Her gracious smile and the honest stance,
Draw many to her silent dance,
The stars around her and the moon light surrounds,
That mystic presence lifts us above the ground.