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

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

– Rukmini Vijayakumar