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Belly Dancer

 



She sways her body with a divine pain
She is packed with flesh and a heavenly grace
There is some kind of comfort all around
She walks with the moonlight and communicates with the stars.
She sways her body without a sigh

The night is dark, and the room is empty
Raindrops falling from her body
Her perfume smells so cosy
Her curves exudes beauty
She sways her body with a divine pain
There is some kind of comfort all around

The wind was silent
Someone was knocking heavily
Someone was watching her divine body

She was looking pretty that night
Her curled tresses were a sheer delight
She was swaying her body
She was feeling the pain
She was drunk without wine

The night is dark, and the room is empty
Raindrops falling from her body
Her perfume smells so cosy
Her curves exudes beauty

She is flying, she is grinning
She is shouting without a clamour
Raindrops rolling down through her healthy curves
Her thighs freezing….
The wind was little silent that night
She sways her body with a divine pain
There is some kind of comfort all around

The belly dancer is no more alive
Her body no more sways like a dream
Her curves no more exudes bliss
As her solitude was invaded that lonely night.
Her silent ache was never heard...


4 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:12 AM

    The belly dancer is no more alive
    Yet for her I still write and strive
    Her body no more sways like a dream
    She remains the dancer of my realm
    Her curves no more exude bliss
    Her pure soul is so dear to kiss
    As her solitude was invaded that lonely night.
    As my wonderment was my everlasting plight
    Her silent ache was never heard
    And she has gone high like a bird


    I really found your final stanza beautiful and inspiring ...

    Mahtab

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  2. Thanks Mahtab...Beautiful lines indeed :)

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  3. Anonymous12:18 AM

    She was a chick born in no clan
    She grew up fed on the worst bran
    She kept dancing in a hope to escape
    What was meant to be her miserable fate
    She was enchanted by Terpsichore
    The muse ,but with her, could dance no more
    Nina was her name and she danced through the night
    Nina was her name, and dancing was her might
    All her life, she half breathed, rhapsodic
    All her life, she made people ecstatic
    She was a little bird fallen from a nest
    No longer flying as over is her quest
    Forever dwelling in a poet’s chest.

    Mahtab ( bellydancer-charmed)

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