A tanoura dancer on the move

Swirled the wind;

Spinning as if the axis

Of sublime world;

Spinning as if responsible

For the world that’s balanced;

Spinning to the rhythm

That only his world could feel.

Coloured costume whirled

A magic, only his integrity could read

And that’s where he tuned

To unite heaven and earth.

The hypnotic move mesmarised

As I sat still and the desert lay calm.

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