Swaying
her body
along the tune
looking
godly
an artist’s muse.

Beneath
her feet
a splintered floor
in sweet
dreams
a velvet door.

Breaking
inside
feeling insane
shaking
outside
to soothe the pain.

Postures
sliding
fluidly to another
worries
enveloping
like a black smother.

Counting
beats
she felt in her heart
dancing
greets
a sad form of art.

– Ishita Gupta, Amity International School, Noida

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