Dance Of Death Poem by Aditiya raj

As I laid in my deathbed head to my pillow,
Darling death and I did not rest in peace.
While my last breath blew, my knees could bend,
These hips slap could daaaaance… agaaaaain!

I traveled from death's skies to my Deepa's bedroom,
tiktok dance a journey that broke the gloom.
She was moving with the gyrations, oh so wild,
deeeeeeepa her spirit shining bright, like a radiant child.

A sudden exclamation escaped from my lips,
scream Grandma! ? Oh, what a wonderful twist.
Shhhhh… came the hush from her gentle voice,
Take my hands, she said, let us rejoice.

This is the dance of your ancestry,
Passed down through generations, you see.
In these steps, we honor our roots so deep,
While our souls and bodies forever we keep.

But this soil is all we know, my dear,
A constant reminder of the place we hold near.
No one leaves home unless home chases you,
For the love of our land forever remains true.

Fire under feet, burning with desire,
Hot blood in your belly, a passionate fire.
Keep dancing, Deepa, with every ounce of might,
Let your rhythm guide you, like a beacon of light.

In each twirl and sway, our history comes alive,
The resilience of our people, how they strive.
Through joy and pain, we find solace in motion,
Connecting with our heritage, like a timeless devotion.

As we moved to the rhythm of ancestral beats,
I felt the presence of those no longer in our midst.
Their spirits intertwined within our dance,
Guiding us forward with every step's chance.

So, we danced and we danced, deep into the night,
Honoring the past, embracing our might.
In the grace of the movements, I found release,
As I laid in my deathbed, finally finding peace.