The dance

Unoriginal (love) noteS

In the reflection of social mist,

The shadows dancing tango –

They sway, they spin, they twist.

Glide in an erotic tangle.

The eye is trained to catch,

The play of rusty morals.

The love, the hate – a match

Burns out and ends in quarrels.

The shadows dancing still,

Unfazed by outer musings.

The drive is here one’s will,

See past the bitter losing.

The shadows do not care,

For rumours hastily cooked.

They voice, they laugh, they share-

They are eternally hooked.

The eye may get upset,

And ill from bites of asp.

But shadows do not fret,

They live beyond eye’s grasp
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