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   ORDEAL OF A CLASS

She wanted to dance at the age of thirteen,

The class and the teacher she had never seen,

The inhibitions she could not overcome,

For sure, it was going to be irksome.

She managed to win over her mother with pain,

But her granny was firm and against the grain,

The lineage didn’t permit,

She mocked at the absurdity of it.

She argued and put her foot down,

And made her rigid Granny frown,

Daddy was on the fence and calm,

But for the mother it was an alarm.

Hereafter Granny settled on sole condition,

‘Abstain from theatre execution,’

She had a win-win situation,

‘What a wild and unruly generation!’

She assured and got started with a word of honor,

Fearing the eyes of the tutor, she danced in a corner,

For the art, she was sweaty, fidgety and shy,

‘You are not following me, tell me why?’

After repeated acts and exertion,

With all her heart and sincere intention,

The impatient tutor glared and rebuked her,

Smacked and banged on the spur.

Offended and ashamed she cursed Miss Tutor,

The spirits shattered by the so called motivator,

With the woes and the tremor,

 Tacitly she left the hall forever.