A dancer

My eyes close, I breathe, I know that I’m beginning.

I forget my days The agony intense The joy overpowering Everything else seems ephemeral.

All I have is me, You made me a poet, I speak fluently My articulation impeccable

Honest, true, I design my limbs They carry a story Intense

I don’t speak anymore They speak themselves You made me a poet

– Rukmini Vijayakumar

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