A swinging female dancer
With divine gestures
Leavesmarks on the sand dunes.

She touched -
It felt like nothing.
She moved -
It tapped not.
She swung-
It produced no sound of whiff.

She was an opaque
So marvellous
So composed
So ryhtematic.
Divinity - her display
Silence - her clamour.

She,
A shadow of a bruised
Painfully crafting divisive lines
To earth the cracks so wide open.

An attentive spectator murmured
your are singing deity - a Nirtiki-
Dancing like standing daffodils
On the field front
Like a profound shadow of insubstantial pageant.