Poems of Narad

The Dancer's Role

28.12.2022

For Sumati

Dancing at the evening's fall
The young maid turned to look at me
I saw in her the whirlwind's call
Born from an ancient dynasty.

All dressed in garments red and gold,
Telling a story through hands and feet
Dancer, dancer, never grow old
Till you and I in silence meet

And speak of wandering through the years
Attending to the work of soul
And finding solace behind all tears
Joy and love your dancer's role.