I am asked to do a seminar
(to speak to the class)
I couldn't say.
It had been too tough
My tongue wouldn't work.
I just stand near the front bench,
staring at every one-
in front of me.
Everyone waited.
When the silence went so long,
The boys in the front row
Started making huge rows
The folks started whispering so loudly..! ! !
I stayed there
without noting in mind-
to say.
I stood still
without responding to all the fuss.
Too childish.
Then,
What i did was,
I made
My way back
to my place
with the word
'I Will Never Ever Do A Seminar Again'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
crocodiles in the stomach, that is what prevents you and you are not alone, i am still like that. you have a long way to go. you will survive it and will not succumb. best of luck. Narayanan.R