In the colors of life, I find my tale,
Every shade, every hue, a different sail.
From Russia's winds to Lahore's embrace,
Each land has etched its mark on my face.
In Singapore's lights, I learned to pose,
A dancer's rhythm, a model's glow.
But deeper still, within my core,
Art spoke to me, and I wanted more.
The stage in Prague, the script in hand,
A dancer's grace, an actress's stand.
Each step, each move, a story unfolds,
In silent whispers, my truth it holds.
Through the lens of Hindu thought, I see,
The vastness of life, the infinity.
A philosophy rich, both deep and pure,
It teaches me patience, love, and allure.
Poetry flows like a river so wide,
Words become wings, they no longer hide.
I write my story, I carve my name,
In the book of life, with no shame.
I am Shakira, in dance and verse,
My soul is free, my heart immersed.
In every step, in every line,
I find my peace, my rhythm, divine.
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