Ode to an ariel dancer

Inflight, I burn, short of breath, dreaming of you,

The sensation - within me, ripples as a circle all over.

Along the windowpane, unfolds a carpet of clouds,

And, there you appear dancing on a band of silver.

You are the dancer and the dance at once,

the creator and the creation - a seamless fusion of arts.

You keep dancing, my celestial dancer.

Clouds in heaven bow and billow around your feet, and you-

glide through, oblivious to their ethereal presence.

Bewitched, I watch, lost in rapture's snare,

And all things I knew, I knew nothing like this.

For, to this artistry of you, fair dancer, nothing compares.

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 Upon watching an ariel dance performance

Dilruba Z. Ara is a graduate of Gothenburg University, Sweden and is the author of internationally acclaimed novels, A List of Offences and Blame. Ara's stories and poems‒published in many international anthologies‒are studied at universities across the world. She has translated Selected Stories of Shahed Ali into English, A List of Offences into Swedish and some of Sweden's Pippi Longstocking stories into Bangla. She lives in Lund, Sweden.