The Dance Poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty

Both dance the same dance
The creator and the created
Own the same truth to dance the same dance
And hence the grace

If you see the green of the leaves
The shine of the crystal
And the black of the night
You realize it is the same dance
The artiste and the art

What dawns on the creator
To push the veil
To run the rail
Until movement happens
Who else is the movement but the moved
Yes, both dance the same dance
And hence the true grace

Where does the dance go
Having come with the dancer?
What could then dance be
Other than the dancer
And hence the fluid grace

Since they dance the same dance
The dance remains
And hence the grace