Then She Danced
She sat in the corner of the room
Awkward; hair tied up in a bun
Head buried in a book
Her face caught the sun
Suddenly music blared from the speakers
And then she danced.
She let her hair loose
Her face a myriad of expressions
Her body swayed with élan
Like poetry in motion
She could be anything at that point
The gurgling stream, the steady wind, the shooting star-
All eyes glued on her,
But she was somewhere far...
Far from the reality that crushed her heart,
From the bonds that tore her apart,
From the dreams time stole-
Dancing made her whole.
The music stopped, face flushed, she tied her hair,
Soon amazed claps filled the air
Slowly she returned to the world of despair.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR :-
A bookworm who loves dance, drama, drawing and clings onto quotes like treasure. A Romantic to the core, a real foodie and a passionate movie buff, Poojaa Mukherjee is currently Studying English in Shri Shikshayatan.
She sat in the corner of the room
Awkward; hair tied up in a bun
Head buried in a book
Her face caught the sun
Suddenly music blared from the speakers
And then she danced.
She let her hair loose
Her face a myriad of expressions
Her body swayed with élan
Like poetry in motion
She could be anything at that point
The gurgling stream, the steady wind, the shooting star-
All eyes glued on her,
But she was somewhere far...
Far from the reality that crushed her heart,
From the bonds that tore her apart,
From the dreams time stole-
Dancing made her whole.
The music stopped, face flushed, she tied her hair,
Soon amazed claps filled the air
Slowly she returned to the world of despair.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR :-
A bookworm who loves dance, drama, drawing and clings onto quotes like treasure. A Romantic to the core, a real foodie and a passionate movie buff, Poojaa Mukherjee is currently Studying English in Shri Shikshayatan.
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