Dancing Dolls
A Poem by
sushi
I extend my hands, He holds them tight. We break-free our hands move a feet back then, come front together. Again our hands unite We take each step together being reflection of each other. Both of us bend low, greet and thank. Both of us smile Who is the happiest?
© 2011 sushi
Author's Note
I would say that both of them are equally happy.
Be it anyone's initiative to re-unite the hands by putting aside their ego to bring back the other, the happiness is equally received by both.
Reviews
Made for each other, both are happy
Posted 13 Years Ago
Good work..!!!
Posted 13 Years Ago
Good work..!!!
Really well done poem!It made me smile.Thanks :)
Posted 13 Years Ago
Really well done poem!It made me smile.Thanks :)
Tranquility are the basic necessity of the world today.
Posted 13 Years Ago
Tranquility are the basic necessity of the world today.
So well done! Loved this poem! I can feel the somewhat jerky motion of the dolls as they come together in your rhythm! Lovely!
Posted 13 Years Ago
So well done! Loved this poem! I can feel the somewhat jerky motion of the dolls as they come together in your rhythm! Lovely!
A well penned piece, well done
Posted 13 Years Ago
A well penned piece, well done
LOL I like your style........you stay true to your form
Posted 13 Years Ago
LOL I like your style........you stay true to your form
A very nice and lovely poem. Well done.
~Aurora
Posted 13 Years Ago
A very nice and lovely poem. Well done.
~Aurora
I would say both! This is lovely.....reflecting each other is not easy and when it happens, is glorious xx
Posted 13 Years Ago
I would say both! This is lovely.....reflecting each other is not easy and when it happens, is glorious xx
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sushi Pune, India
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I landed here in an attempt to be myself and put out the thoughts in my mind.
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