A swinging female dancer <br />With divine gestures <br />Leavesmarks on the sand dunes. <br /> <br />She touched - <br />It felt like nothing. <br />She moved - <br />It tapped not. <br />She swung- <br />It produced no sound of whiff. <br /> <br />She was an opaque <br />So marvellous <br />So composed <br />So ryhtematic. <br />Divinity - her display <br />Silence - her clamour. <br /> <br />She, <br />A shadow of a bruised <br />Painfully crafting divisive lines <br />To earth the cracks so wide open. <br /> <br />An attentive spectator murmured <br />your are singing deity - a Nirtiki- <br />Dancing like standing daffodils <br />On the field front <br />Like a profound shadow of insubstantial pageant.<br /><br />Wali Jamali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-dancing/
