Joiesbin Nishanth


The Dolphin Show


Tickets in hand,
Anxiety in mind,
Joined the flock,
To breeze in.

Seated there, I saw
Not a mere pool
But, a ballroom
Of the divine elegance.

Music on the fly,
Rhythm on the feet,
Crest surfing on water,
Beautiful sight to see.

Up in the air
Everyone watched him rise,
Take a swift leap
Through the ring,
And back into waters
With a free fall splash.

Stimulated by the blow
From the trainer's whistle,
Frenzied to the surface
With the bottled nose,
Just to eat the fish.

His twists and turns
Kept everyone 'on'
Audience in high spirits
Cheerful and more.

Music went low,
Curtains came down,
Off the seats, people
Found their exits.

Backed within the cage,
Heart beating desperately,
The want for being
Back with the family
In the deep blue waters.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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