The Last Dance Of The Big Blue Elephant Poem by Pushp Sirohi

The Last Dance of the big Blue elephant
The sky would crack, the clouds would grey,
We danced the silver rain away.
A mountain wrapped in cobalt skin,
Where did his joy end, and mine begin?
With heavy thud and rhythmic grace,
The world was just our dancing space.

But pride is a shadow that grows in the light,
He turned his back in the middle of the night.
'I need no partner, I need no friend, '
He thought his dance would never end.
So I took my steps to a different shore,
And left the giant at his door.

He tried to waltz with the thunder alone,
A king of the rain on a slippery throne.
A crack of the bone, a heavy fall,
Now silence hangs like a funeral pall.
The big blue elephant is fading to a ghostly grey,
As the fever washes his life away.

I sought the healer, I begged for a sign,
To mend the leg of that partner of mine.
But the doctor sighed with a heavy eye,
'The music is over; he's ready to die.'
Now the rain falls down on a quiet street,
With no blue giant, and no dancing feet.