A Dancing Girl
A dancing girl,
heedless of knowing,
how beautiful she looks when she whirls daintily.
And bows, as the crowd is hers.
A dancing girl,
Keeps twirling unconcerned,
those are paying attention to her
ain’t her well-wishers.
A dancing girl,
keeps spinning,
unfamiliar of all sufferings she will have,
that nobody can endure.
A dancing girl,
keeps dancing…
until her feet hurt and she staggered.
But she knows, how to acquit herself and hide her pains.
“We all are that dancing girl”
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