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It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.

The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously. 

I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.

And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.

When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.

While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored. 

I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad. 

Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.

He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.

Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second. 

A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him. 

We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person. 

At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously. 

Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.

When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.

The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.

Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.

We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path. 

Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.


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TITLE : SCRIPTURIENT

Making things is kinda tough
But only when we do it rough
Know that its beyond creativity
Maybe we can have connectivity 
Through these tiny words 
Which makes us board
With other
Writers in the world 
And makes us whirled 
Using the masterpiece works
Which may last forever 
Or
Will be lost for ever. 

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TITLE: ONCE A TINY YET THERE WERE MANY

Everyone was happy
To go around anywhere
But they found something
Which they didn't like, so they scout it
To get rid of it

The one who are physicians
Left their own home
To save our home
From being operated by morticians

The one who are patients
Seeks to be cured soon
Along with God's boon
While they remain with patience

The one who lived with their family
Came across many kinds of emotions
Their business suffered a lot of fluctuations
And this led to shatter their vanity

Lots of crimes happened
But nevertheless everyone stood
And the consequences were firmly faced
Again it won't happen, they believed

Once they all wished to do anything
To go around agian anywhere
Everyone was then gloomy
Yet they were safe and sound

Now, their wishes are becoming true
For they have been slight cooperative.



Author's note: Wrote it in the point of view of current situation and about these lockdowns, how made everyone to struggle yet they stood up and faced it bravely and cooperated well. So that, they get a slight release from full lockdown, that's what they wish, that's what everyone wish for and it's happening slowly.


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