I ask a street dancer-Why do you dance? <br />This street is my grand stage, <br />The passers-by are my precious audience, <br />Little rupees they gave me are least important, <br />I dance to the tune of drums and flute, <br />As my feet dance to the music, bangles ringing, <br />My body floats with my spirit, <br />At the very peak of ecstasy, <br />the noise of the street is silent to me, <br />and I feel the madonna in me. <br /> <br />When I dance, the pain of this world disappears, <br />sadness is a far distance, <br />I see beauty and colours surrounding me, <br />I hear music in my heart, <br />Filling it with love and satisfaction. <br />When night comes to visit, <br />and the dance come to a close, <br />I rest my tired body- <br />And dream, a beautiful dancer dancing to a prince.<br /><br />spiritual seeker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/street-dancer-2/
