The 2 Dancers

Sona had a passion,
to dance, was all that she craved,
was all that she needed.
Nothing else could entice more,
Nothing would rapture her more.

Waking with dreary eyes,
Squinting and focusing at the clock,
Attempting to rise bit by bit,
Succeeding Finally, and donning the attire,
She would set off, cursing the long walk,
to where she went to dance.

But she very well knew that once there,
It was wholly an another world.
Paradise right here on earth u may call,
Where emotions transformed into motions,
Where rhythm reverberated in each step.

Haughty that she was, and for reasonable reason,
for none could match the madness,
Only she possessed the streaks of wildness,
She believed, the ability to stop time,
To live in trance, and dwell in dance.

But there was one more person,
Who could dance along with her,
Whose long wisps flew loose just as hers.
As She thought, I am still better than her,
The other person too thought the same.