The dewdrops of, “The Forbidden dance”

by MeeraMayaa

I am the “Forbidden dance,”
left as a legacy, and they also call me
Lambada, that Lambada with the,
strong-beated rhythms

As you sway, I slide like a dewdrop
As you spin, I twirl like a petal.
with your arm on her waist
And she surrendering on your shoulder.

I flow like a river to meet that sea
That sea which has seen several nights,
Waiting for the moon to tell your stories, and mine, “The Forbidden Dance”


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Wrote this “The Forbidden dance,” as a prompt for the #Poetryplanet

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