A dancing dame perfect as well chiselled lady
Of temple statues descended from clouds fuming!
Walking like a colourful peacock with thin waist line
She moved as silver temple chariot in full splendour!
Spell bound I watched her wondering whether she was
Gorgeous apsara of heaven coming from Indiralogh!
The dance was more than all art forms world knows –
Bharathanattiya, ballet and tango all put together!
Heaven swan she could be felt I enjoying divine dance
And forgot myself in dreams never to be forgotten!
All happened and disappeared when I got very near
Like a vapour vanished into thin air by some magic!