My granddaughter, Meenu,
is graceful in her moves
learns dance with a passion.
Primarily, her steps are a proof
thaia, thakka, thaia thakka”
she memorises them with a rhythm
as her feet strikes in cadence with the” jathi.”
She sings the hymns melodiously
expresses the theme with a “sruthi”
her eyes reveal the “bhavas” beautifully.
I am enchanted by her graceful movements
watching her from a distance
cautious of not being found by her.
My son whispers to me to be quiet.
She is a six-year-old, tender and pretty
wants not to dance before me.
Placing her in my lap I coax her with a candy.
ask her “why do you refuse to dance for me?” She hugs me with love
“granny, you mastered dance long ago.I wish to perfect the skill.
I would prove my mettle with a stellar performance.”
Saying she left me gazing
not,with a march or a run, as usual.
She glided nimbly dancing
thakkitta“a captivating one all so casual