Ballet Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

o’ good to see you tonight
here to watch ballet
nah just my ballerina
quite a feast for the eyes
for your eyes might be
but surely for my heart

to the tune of my throbbing heart
she was dancing ballet all that night
she bent and swayed
bowed and swept
stood on her pointe
and walked towards me

she belonged to a prince
who never knew
what her heart wants
she turned her back
on my heart
opted the fort
and incarcerated for life

my eyes could see
my heart could feel
my soul could mingle
my body could stir
she walked on her pointe
straight towards me
pierced my heart
slashed my soul
held me in her arms
and asked for a dance
i know not how to dance
ballerina
i am a foolish-unaccustomed doctor
and sometimes an emotional poet
never mind that doc
i show you how to dance

we spent that night dancing ballet
in the morning she cried her heart
each single tear had a name of me
she told me, she can’t be mine
though she was born only for me
she had to live against her will
she departed in silence
with my heart beating in her bosom
and left something for me at the door
a pair of her worn pointe shoes


Oct 15,2009