Adreyo Sen- A Poem

Teaching my Daughter to Dance

Hold my hand.  Look into my eyes.

Is that a smile I see, lurking

in the shadows of your tears?

Smile if you must.  Laugh even.  Just put

your feet on mine.  Let my hollows engulf

your doubting selves, the many of you

that is not yet one.

Lean back.  Close your eyes.

You can open them again.  Look,

did I not tell you our feet are free,

as are the disorders that are our minds?

We're flying.  We soar

far above our fears.

Your fears were smaller than mine.

I shall kiss you now.