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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hello young man! I surely have heard a lot about you. I drove here as soon as I heard the news, And I’ve something to say if you can excuse. God gave a bird in my nest, we call her Steffy. She grew up fair, slim, silent but was obtuse sometimes. Nothing made her happier than the pair of ankle bells. She wore it like Kumudini and let her feet dwell. Day and night she stomped her feet until the floor sing. Everything was fine until the tables turned and fate blink, She lost her mother. She needed a blanket as these winds blew chill, A mother in her father and make her life still. While she was sinking in the ocean like black granules, I rafted and drown myself in my Jack Daniels. She wore ankle bells and dance to live again. But her efforts to take my booze away were all in vein One day she came from the school looking for her happiness. And she found nothing but the loneliness again. For my booze I’d her ankle bells pawn, Shattered by this, by morning my bird had flown. “Steffy never mentioned about her childhood and now I know why”, saying this young man made a way for me So I can see her the last time. Drenched in sorrow I move towards her coffin, And touched her feet that where as hard as dolphin. With the tears coming from my mangled shell, I slowly kept inside the coffin, her pair of ankle bells… - Kunal Rathod A tribute to all dancers. :)
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