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LIFE IS A COSMIC DANCE (Satis Shroff) My soul is a passionate dancer. I hear music where ever I am, Whatever I do. I hear the lively rhythm beckoning me to dance. Sometimes it’s violins and Vienna waltz. At other times a fiery salsa. A Punjabi bhangra or a slow fox. Life is a cosmic dance. With its kampfmuster And its own choreography. We have people around us. We look at each other, Oblivious of the others. Mesmerised, Drawn together by an invisible force. The Flamenco guitarist wails, ‘Life is an apple: Pluck it, Relish it, And throw it away.’

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