The Dolphin Dance

In deep waters of her kingdom she whirls,
darts around in pairs, and sometimes alone.
She swings and spins creating much ripples-
lights up the underworld that lives in gloam.
Suddenly she leaps and cuts thru the surface.
Her tail appears as if clothed with wings.
A glistening gray airborne, unmatched in grace.
Then dips, torpedoes with her doll like fins.
Enchanting eyes twinkle to a whistle.
A mischief widens the imprinted smile.
Her turn and a flip presage a sizzle
of a waltz in water – an art sublime.
And if ever fate the pleasures divides-
I shall ask of this beauty for long rides.
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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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