But all that was there was a record,
Dishing out romantic tunes to croon,
As I made my way of my own accord.
I danced liked nobody is watching,
Losing myself to the exquisite tunes,
Nodding along and swaying,
On a pleasant afternoon.
Giving away all inhibitions,
There is nothing holding me back,
Breaking away from my dispositions,
My two left feet dance to the soundtrack.
© 2021 Shreya Shah