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.
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