Sunday, 10 November 2013



The Mag

Mag 193


My skirt swirled.
when the music unfurled
to the tapping of my heels 
on the ground vibration feels.

Poetry is in the air
I have let down my hair
me limbs dance
with my eye glance

My torso spin
along with my chin
My spirit is in trance
Wish I could dance.

The wheels move
bound to the chair , I groove
but only in my mind
my body left far behind.

                                           For  : Magpietales

P.S. :- The dancer is now bound to the wheel chair after an accident but her spirit dances.