Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Emperor's Dance

I feel on top of the world, the words echoing in my mind,
“You dance like a dream…” “Grace personified…”
My heart swells with pride;
I’m oblivious to the overcast sky, and to the gathering clouds,
Still full of myself, recalling the applause,
A rumble in the skies jolts me to the present,
It is then, that I sense the excitement,
In the heady fragrance in the breeze, and the murmur of the trees,
In the chirping of the birds, as they return to their abodes,
All around me, I sense anticipation,
As if, the Universe is in preparation,
Of what………….I wonder?

And then I witness his grand entry,
Head held high, gait befitting his royalty,
Resplendent in robes of blue and green,
The murmur, the chirping, they all die down,
And the first drops from heaven fall to the ground;
I see him starting to tap his feet,
The plumes now beginning to shiver,
As the drops now come down quicker,
He does a perfect pirouette, as I stare wide-eyed,
And spreads out the plumes, I’m mesmerized;
He sways, he dances, moves perfectly timed,
To the rhythm of the falling rain,
The chirping, the murmur, they begin again,
They build up, and now reach a crescendo,
I stand rooted, drenched from head to toe,
The lights, the drums from the Heavens above,
And on the Earth, a stage so pristine,
In the dancer, a grace, a divinity unseen,
The courtesans, now without restrain, they sing,
For today, the dancer is none other than the King,
Today, he dances, One with the Universe,
A celestial marvel, divine and glorious,
“You dance like a dream”, so meaningless the words seem,
“Grace personified”, so misplaced was my pride;
Blessed am I, to behold you, O Supreme Dancer,
I bow before you, O King, O Emperor.

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And on the Earth, a stage so pristine, in the dancer, a grace, a divinity unseen, >>>> Oh, so lovely and nearly divine... loved it

Only responded to call forever
As an duty of courtesan or dancer
Who finds best tune from the nature
Dances to the best of ability for sure

No perfection is founding human being
Not even man in street or adoring the place as king
Only you dance to the tune of almighty
Show to the world you can do it in its nicety
Hasmukh Mehta, AhmedabadAug 22, 2011

Ms Preeta Chandran, The remarks at the end of the poem are not necessary. Please delete them. They kill the heights of emotion a reader reaches after reading your poem. If one can't understand who the Emperor is at the end of the poem with such brilliant exposition as yours ... with an excellent beginning, a dramatic contrast for effect and the catharsis... he will never. There is great poetic craft in your poem. This is one of the best poems I read of late. My hearty congratulations to you for an excellent poem. best regards,
NS Murty, BangaloreAug 22, 2011

A very fine description of natural beauty of the dance. Liked it much Preeta, best wishes.
V Ramabrahmam, PondicherryAug 21, 2011

I could see the wonderful vivid images while reading your lovely poem! with regards,
Shigufta Hena Uzma, PatnaAug 21, 2011

Lightning, blitzkrieg, terrible thunder
I fear and hide Rain cover under.
Peacocks undaunted dance and dance
Life really is a farce!
U K Atiyodi, Kandangali, Payyanur 670307Aug 21, 2011

nicely written, the poem kept interest throughout.
rm shanmugam chettiar, chennaiAug 21, 2011