Walking the ramp
in my red stunning dress
half uncovering
lovely curves
all lights were directly
focused at the centre stage
the distant guys
could also see
all were staring
deeply hopefully

One became the cynosure
of all visuals
this alone only
did the dancer believe

suddenly a large crowd
in the farthest distance
laughed and clapped
as her ankle twisted

it hammered my mind
they were not gazing at me
but on the bar lady

who fell drunk
on someone’s laps
then only one could realise
all don’t stare at ye

a shaky actor being gazed
engorged, enraptured
only by judges

so far the thought
all were admiring me
was really not so
now one could see
but an intent
an innate desire only

Does this not happen to ye
may be