M. Asim Nehal Dance Poems

In the arena of gleaming screens
where fortunes rise on whispered dreams
the Bull comes charging, fierce and bright
a gleam of gold in the dawning light
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Sing with the heart and dance with the soul
Hold all the smiles, the magic words will flow,
The happy feet will rejoin your show and roll,
Call from afar, near, above and below,
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arms wrapped around me
to pull the string of my heart
for a puppet dance
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in the cold wind breeze
moonbeam falls on my teacup
when snowflakes dance
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