Dancing Girl of Mohenjo-daro.

In ancient lands of dust and sand

Where Indus River once did span

A people lived, so long ago

Whose art and culture we still know

From Mohenjo-daro, a city lost

Came a figure, at great cost

A girl in bronze, so finely made

Her graceful form forever stayed

She stands, with arms akimbo spread

A dancer frozen, in bronze bed

Her hips, they sway, in fluid motion

A captured moment of pure emotion

The artisans who made her, long since gone

Yet through their work, their spirit lives on

For in this girl, we see their art

A masterpiece, that won't depart

So let us marvel at her grace

And in her beauty, find our place

For though she's silent, she still speaks

A dancing girl, forever unique.