She used to be mad about dancing
Her feet used to tap forever
To some unheard melody in her head
“One day
I want to make you
And the whole world dance, Muzammil”
She told me once
While making beautiful shapes
With her fingers
But now
She goes to work everyday responsibly
Rushing from one red-light to another
Without noticing the girl
Dancing madly on many roadsides
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