Friday, March 09, 2007

twirl twirl twirl

she twirls on the tips of her toes...

her grace supreme and her chin upthrust and enigmatic... she is the epitomisation of youth... of hours of practise... and months of strenuous exercise... she is as flawless as the Koh-i-noor...

and then her rhythm breaks, she overtwirls, overturns, and falls on her delicate behind... delicate thunder is born...

being the girl-of-steel that she is, she is fine... but the admirer never comes out of his stupor... and he gently passes out into slumber land...

bad roads, an ineffectual government and disinterested politicians claim yet another life...

and the newspapers print stories about yet another careless driver.

Dedicated to Shambo. You shall live on in our hearts.

2 comments:

Debalina said...

They say, beautiful song tells the saddest stody, likewise, the beautiful post of yours tells the saddest story.

EvolutioN said...

thank you hon...

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