Wednesday, March 27, 2024

In Iran, where ballet once did thrive,
A tale of struggle, passion, and strive,
Dancers holding on with all their might,
To dance, to leap, to reach for the light.

The white feather of grace and poise,
Met with challenges, silenced voices,
Forced to sit, not permitted to dance,
Yearning for freedom, taking a chance.

They dreamt of stages, of flights so grand,
But faced a fate not what they planned,
Their plea for art fell on deaf ears,
As they sought to break free from their fears.

Oh, the plight of dancers in Iran,
A story of resistance, a noble stand,
With hearts of courage, they refused to conform,
Their love for ballet, a firestorm.