rattled with the busy life
I once decided to lounge
atoms of thought pondered around
to give my passion a life again
I sat in my infirmary
with my hand on the chin
I was in a caprice
and the phone bell came all buzzing
I picked the call for a reason
he walked into my sickbay
we discussed the doctoring
he was a known person
so I put my wish for a dance
the day my passion was destined to live again
a lot of crescendi all around
some thought it was exemplary
my better half is one of them
the family said it is all good
some felt I was plump
to do the job this great
some said it was not the age
to do the dance this time
I wedged with my family
to recoup the life in me
that is a reason to smile
a reason for life
a reason to heaven
and then there is a soul in every dance
the accord which I found
when the boat anchored mid-river
the peace behind the waves of the sea
the music of the wind blowing
bliss when the ankle bell rings
so serene so pious Halcyon days
©manjuvinay
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