It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

thoughts

A Trial.

A flop.

My grand-daughter
made a swift swirl
glided through
with nimble steps
all in a flash.
She called it Ballet.

I tried to do
had a fall
slipped through
with faltering steps
all in a trash.
What shall I call it?

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

Ah…I’ve learned not to try and dance like the young…it only makes these bones sore. 🙂