Audience Poem by Anuradha Bhattacharyya

They clamour to partake in
Delight of my encore.
I exalt in their adulation.
Every day I come here to display
My talent for rendition
Of the folklore heard
Centuries before
And will be heard
For centuries to come.
They crane their necks
To welcome me;
I disperse their patience
With a handful of grub.
It makes me feel
The day has been earned
By fair means;
Then I can return
To my humble dinner at home.