One night in a dungeoned room.
She sat across me in dark,
a fibre ran through a gap,
it ignited a talk.
She made me dance and my frailties flit.
A stranger she was once upon a time.
We chatted about careless deeds.
Our own cringes but not our lies.
She became a known stranger,
my guide,
Of course, she now taught me steps.
One foot forward another back and let that bulgy hip sway,
shake away the qualm,
get rid of those demons embalmed.
Make way for yourself girl,
a voyage in trance.
Blast off from cobwebs in the past,
since this may be your last chance.
By
Falguni Panchamatia
