The Dance Saga

Posted by: Tanveer Rauf on: November 5, 2019

The dance saga
I was;
crucified in gala nights of the east
was celebrated in bars of the west
was sold out in the name of dignity
paid my pride in the name of dignity;
In the marketplace, I’m of no rate now
neither get any share if yet sold now
I’m like an object of ardent need
Keep to use when the beloved need
Shape of my body sketched and drawn
My dream version is linkage of dreams
Put up for sale from one buyer to other
Fostering in trash pool of waste garbage
My death loop of dance saga spinning
Sans budding, sans desires, gloom spinning

Poet: Tasnim Abdi