The stage was all set Crowd roaring out loud Their footsteps in fret And the audience, spellbound. The aura and charm Of these mesmerizing ladies Was of course simple and calm But like sprightly blooming daisies. They fabricated a circle Then stood in a row Overcoming all hurdles These dames ready to steal the show. Painted in black Red, covered their delicate waist Whole throng taken aback Gazing them, all stuck and amazed. Their blonde-black hair Swirling with each step Spreading a magic in the air Capturing all eyes with respect. Glittering lights Focused on their face Smiling all over They had made their place. Each and every shift Went in a flow So clean and swift Elegant moves, fast and slow. These captivating queens Like water they flowed Illuminating the whole arena Building up 'The six souls'.