True Dance Infidelity
Moving in quiet on my still life silked
Heavy wings on our lives, they flap urgent
Songs of allure circle my birds of prey
A promise now and sometimes the dirge
Games we started true on captive hours
Now a plot never thought of, it unwinds
Reeling in desire we blind our faiths
Rhythm divine from closed off frontiers
We dance in true, and out again on chains
Waltzing out his marriage on few stolen hours
His infidelity my crime, on ports of true-dance…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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