It Is a Bharatanatyam Recital

I witness Nirupa perform.
She is a year old.

Her mom carries her to the stage.
Places her in the centre.

The child bows  to the crowd.
Begins the show with a Pusphanjali.

Pauses in between, glances at her mother,
sits  on the floor, relaxes, while the musicians play.

Her mother prompts her to stand and continue.
Nirupa  refuses, cries for milk.

The girl in the  splendid dance  costume
and  exquisite  jewellery looks miserable.