Dance Poem by Anusha Subramanian
Dance
Everybody over here,
Are wearing their pants,
Moving their hands,
To the beats of the band.
Everybody turned around,
Folding their hands,
Jumping over cans,
And they gained their fans.
Everybody moved their legs,
Stretching their pants,
As per their plans,
And they won the audience’s glance.
Then, one by one came forward,
Taking their chance,
To show how they dance,
To the chief guests sitting in the stands.
At the end, they were rewarded with,
Applause from the stands,
Greetings from their fans,
In this country called France.
rhythm alright...was good there...but the last line really left me pleasingly surprised...intelligent poem writing...thanks Anusha...10
I like the way your mind runs as it walks in tango with your heart and soul in this beautiful composition, regards, mandara
danceing helps you feel free and imagen the impossible no matter who are dancing
Anusha, you did the dance well with its full rhythm and pleasants... while it concludes with the fantastic rhyme FRANCE, it gets its full spirit. thanks for sharing/salu
a nice clean lyrical poem. nice job piecing it together and ending with a bit of a twist. great job. keep on writing dear. Jen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:00:46 PM # 1.0.0
you have danced to the beat in your mind, and this poem did unwind. very good write a ten