“Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.”
― Deepak Chopra
He wore his suit on Saturday,
the tailored one,
the one that made him shimmer in the morning sun!
Voiceless,
he danced with lively flair,
in rhythm
to the jubilant air.
His solitude,
understood the mime,
his guise and movement
in soundless time
Coins tumbled and jingled in his jar,
his happy dance,
an up-and-coming star!
He swirled and gyrated
in the dirt,
though wordless,
he was no introvert!
Expressionless,
his eyes twinkled behind the lens,
like Michael Jackson,
twirling and dancing
with his friends…
Tireless entertainer for the day,
beneath the trees,
an outdoor cabaret.
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