He always played the veena
In the darkest nights.
I got up, dressed up,
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Your Lady in the picture dances in a way that she is immersed in it, beautifully, joyfully, forgetting herself she dances, no wonder if he came running to hug and kiss, He played for her, she danced for him, they were one not two, evermore will remain the same.
A very romantic poem on love and dance having stunning expression. Beautiful photo of dance has been provided too. Thank you dear Dev.