The Podium
I stand on the podium, with a trembling heart
Looking towards, a big sum of audience.
Their eyes are like, stars in the sky
Twinkling clearly and raising my pressure.
They seems before me, as devils in their chairs
Waiting to tear my heart, apart.
Hundreds and hundreds of eyes, I saw
Without a drop of, kindness in them.
Then I remember, the famous words,
None but the brave deserves the fair,
The sign of life is strength and growth,
The sign of death is weakness, it says.
I kept my doubts, a distance away
And delivered the lecture, without any fear.
There saw the devils, standing like angels,
Clapping and clapping, for ever and ever.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 4 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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