By Varsha Mishra
Lights Camera Action!
And the audience stood without a reaction.
Scared was I to be on that stage,
Nothing could make my fear assuage.
She called my name twice, or thrice,
And I stood there numb as cold as ice.
Varsha, said a fierce voice one last time,
As I footslogged the stage with all energy of mine.
With those numb fingers, and trembling voice,
I stood on the stage like a novice.
And I had no choice,
But to utter words with great rejoice.
'Good morning to all', said I,
With a lot of muster as I tried.
Over was my speech as I stood on the stage,
When a thunderous applaud came to my amaze.
The event was over,
As she called my name all over.
And the first prize goes to,
Echoed my name in the hall,
I received the prize and thanked all.
That day, I won not just the prize,
But even that stage fright.
Really nice one, your creativity 💕
I can relate to this poem so much. Thanks for penning it so beautifully 💙🌼😁
Wonderful poetry
😍😍 read it, saved it.
Great poem my dear Varsha keep it up
Great Varsha!
Beautiful 🔥
Beautiful 🔥