by Anam Tariq
In princess white, unfurled
to dance, the damsel,
seeing (oh!) so far as
the ambit of the newly earned spotlight.
Unaware of the vengeful darkness
where that light doesn’t fall.
So clustered by sooty impressions,
as with light dance the shadows,
she danced, celebrated, among
happy faces and masked faces,
supportive faces and delusive faces.
