Look at that pretty lady on the stage
With dress sweet she spreads her charm
A keen observation, as idled head engage
Unknown joy never brings any harm
Oh! I can see her twist and turn
In clothes shinning in stage light
Her soft feet balancing as we yearn
Spell bound by eminence so bright
Applauding performance, done dazzling
Humble artists bowing in no rush
Though critics can't say a thing puzzling
Audience don't give a damn on their smudge
A Ballerina dance is such a magic
Many hearts find themselves lost, it's tragic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many do not appreciate the beauty of true artistic performance and applaud the trash we are confronted with and fed today. The infamous Zero-talent noise groups and individuals. Well written poem, so true
Can't agree more. :) Brilliantly summed the whole thing in just few sentences. You are a true poetess, Sandra :)