Slender twirling figure glides smoothly with grace
Burning desires
of passions sets stage aflame
Her luscious red lips and fiery kohl eyes
Set many hearts a flutter in transfixed
gaze
With every little gesture the crowds engage
Whistles, catcalls crescendo with drummers
pace
She knows the motions n steals the hearts
The audience loves the acts of this ‘tart’
Inwardly she cries with all her heart
It
was not her choice to bare body for art
Choking smoke n noise accompany this mart
Destiny
is cruel she just performs her part
PS- Image Kind Courtesy Google
Quite Touching.
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Thanks a lot Vinay for having liked!
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ReplyDeletenicely described and very true. Except few dancers, most girls join this profession out of compulsions and need. sad but a reality.
a well written poem!
Very true! Thanks a lot for the nice words:)
DeleteGood poem. Yes we do not know in what circumstances people chose to perform such parts of drama called society.
ReplyDeleteThat is a harsh fact Kusum! Thanks!
DeleteBeautiful lines. How well they can hide thier true emotions, be all sultry and beautiful when deep down theier souls are crying!Life is tough.
ReplyDeleteJenny so many live a life in a facade of happiness , what irony!Thanks a lot:)
DeleteSpeaks the truth indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Amit!
DeleteGreat one! Exploring both the sides of their profession...
ReplyDeleteYes Jeevan life has two sides:) Thank You!
DeleteVery poignant one!
ReplyDeleteA huge thanks Shilpa!
DeleteReminds me of the Tabu starrer movie...Think the name was 'Chandni Bar'? ..Very nice poetry!
ReplyDeleteA big thanks Jaishree for having found a connect with Chandni bar and having liked:)
DeleteTouched!
ReplyDeleteVery well expressed in those few lines. You really are a skilled poet.
Vinati, good to see your nice comments but am still a novice at poetry:)
DeleteTwo sides to every story beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteA big thanks Rachna:)
DeleteSomewhat a true statement on bar dancers!
ReplyDeleteShilpa yes unless they choose the profession of dancing as their own choice:)
DeleteTough life!
ReplyDeleteTrue, Deepak!
DeleteBeautiful poetry that says a truth!
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Thanks a lot Francesca for those nice words!
DeleteOh, such a cruel fate for this young woman. Brilliantly portrayed.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lady Fi! Yes sometimes fate is cruel!
DeleteThinking of such people who are in a profession, out of compulsion, we must realize that, we crib so much about little things, if only for a moment we put ourselves in their position, we would understand how much better off we are, and stop creating unnecessary tension in our own lives, and be happy with whatever we have. If they can smile and carry on with their lives, why can't we?
ReplyDeleteNice poem, very thought provoking.
Could not agree with you more Rama! I am a firm believer that one must thank each day for the blessings one has and count them too:)Thank You!
DeleteA wonderful poem with an insight to the feelings of the dancer, beautiful image too dear Rahul.
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Thanks Dianne that you liked:)
DeleteWow very nice. And I really like the picture too.
ReplyDeleteThank you Agnes and good to see you after a while despite your hectic schedule:)
Deletetouched!! this is a sad reality..
ReplyDeleteThank You Priyaa! Yes life could be tough at times!!
DeleteThere are always two sides of a coin, as happiness and sadness…
ReplyDeleteLovely poetry, as always :)
Very true Akanksha and thanks a ton for that nice comment:)
DeleteLoved it, very rhythmic, yet sad...true, you never know why one chose to do what they do.
ReplyDeleteAgree totally with you Latha! Thanks a lot:)
DeleteAha! Nicely described.
ReplyDeleteThings people have to do to make a living!
Thank you, Divya and yes we are fortunate too pursue a life of our own choice:)
DeleteA very interestingly described poem Rahul. I read the first few lines thinking, wow, the glamour and attention of her dancing duties and then I got to the 9th line and the entire keynote changed into something more emotional and I felt despair for her, its not really a choice, is it? To think of what people have to do to survive in a corrupt world!
ReplyDeleteSam, all that glitters is not gold! I know must of us love to see the dance but sometimes the one who is entertaining us is suffering pain deep down! I too wish people have a choice to do what they like!
DeleteI never thought of it that way...this will be on my mind the next time I witness any dancers performing their art!
DeleteSam, the realities are different for each place but the essence was that those who are driven in such profession out of making their ends meet is not good:)Hope you will continue to enjoy life's pleasures as they come:)
DeleteThis is a masterpiece Rahul;in terms of your empathy ,imagery & the lovely rhyming--old style poems for me any day!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI bow to thee, Indu for that flattering comment! I am happy you liked it:)
DeleteLoved your poem; loved your dancer; loved the sad thoughts you ascribed to her. Can't help hoping that some day, a dancer at a bar in India will join the profession for the joy of dancing and nothing else; can't help wishing that the men who come to watch her learn to appreciate her art. I guess that is what it will remain - wishful thinking.
ReplyDeleteI am in full agreement with what you say KayEM that people should have a choice to do what they do even dancing or any thing else as each profession is noble which helps to win the bread:)Thanks a lot!
DeleteRahul, how nice of you to pen your thoughts with such a lovely perspective for the dancing girl..I have wondered many times when I see them on TV s, what thoughts she might be having inside.
ReplyDeleteThanks Padmaja! Sometimes the plight of people performing is not known:(
DeleteSuch a delicate poem and a beautiful choice of picture :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Gahazala for your kind appreciation:)
DeleteLovely, in these few lines you have brought out the contrast between catcalls and sadness
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, the pleasure for one could be a another's pain! Thanks a lot!!
DeleteLove this poem, so delicate!
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DeleteTrue, but do people present care? We have to learn to understand the pains of someone who is forced to do something she does not like just because of money.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my blog Anupma! Agree with you, but in India many indulge in certain professions just to earn their bread and not that they would like to do it otherwise:(
DeleteNice starting with the fun they deliver and ending wit the pain they receive...
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my blog Ajeeth! Thanks you liked.
DeleteLovely and apt descriptions. Many of these dancers are lots of fun,intelligent&witty,are true professionals & enjoy their work while bringing delight & joy to viewers:)
ReplyDeleteTrue Rama, they are great entertainers and those who join willingly entertain even better:)
DeleteSuch a profound depiction of the turmoil that rises inside their hearts.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you after a while, Aayushi.The sad life some of these entertainers lead is filled with sorrows which they do not share!
DeleteLast four lines narrates the pain so deeply. It was art, a source of livelihood and amidst it, she is lost. Very powerful poem Sir.
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton, Saru for appreciating and also empathizing with sorrows of the life of these people!
DeleteWonderful poem, Rahul. Full of grace. It has powerful imagery and the words used are so appropriate.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rachna for being ever so kind to appreciate the small efforts:)
DeleteThe life of dancers, beautifully narrated. They know that the adulation is just for the body, not for her as a person.
ReplyDeleteVery true Sandhya that the skin show in the name of entertainment is the reason for draw! Thanks a lot!
DeleteInwardly she cries with all her heart
ReplyDeleteIt was not her choice to bare body for art
Very touching lines.....Very beautiful poem!
Very kind of you Valli:0 Happy you liked this one!
DeleteWell written..
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend, Rahul..
A big thanks Eden! Have a great week ahead!
DeleteGreat post, the sad demise the lady has to go through is well captured in essence!!
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Welcome to my blog Kappu and am grateful to you for reading and enjoying! Agree that such women sometimes die a death each day, but so is life! Harsh!! You have a lovely blog ..:)
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ReplyDeleteGreat poem sir. In this case, what's on the outside is poles apart from what's actually present in the inside!
ReplyDeleteTrue Binu, a life in a facade is tough:) Thanks!
Deletenice poem Rahulji
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Ashok!
DeleteWhat all one has to do , to feed the stomach..
ReplyDeleteI know for a fact some who have to do all this and are forced because of situations
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Anything done as a compulsion is bad!Thanks Bikram!
DeleteThanks for your kind appreciation!
ReplyDeleteLovely lines Mr. Rahul!! :-)
ReplyDeleteA big thanks, Radhika for liking:)
Deleteso sad! ..
ReplyDeleteI pity these girls!
Very true, Ashwini! A sad life indeed!
ReplyDeleteAgree with you Harman, sad it is:(
ReplyDeleteToday I got good free time to read your blog.
ReplyDeletevery well written poem
Thanks a lot Izdiher to find time to read:)I am happy you liked.
DeleteLove the way you have narrated <3
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Thanks a lot Megaha! Good to see you after a while!
ReplyDeletesoulful lines with perfect rhythm to her steps inward & outward!
ReplyDeleteWow nice topic you have chosen i loved the last four lines it touched my heart! :) keep writing & smiling always :)
Thank you Sowmya, and it is always good to see you back after long spell of disappearance:) Look forward to read your writing soon, and keep well n happy:)
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