Stepping into the hall of glitterati
I stand bemused
with whom? with whom do I click pics?
flashing bulbs, clicking shutters
the atmosphere electric
each one greater than the other
me, filled with joy and wonder
Sharing frames with heroes I admire
some very well-known to me
some my children's heroes
some I had heard of
Most of them loved universally
A thought crosses my mind...
do I dare share frame with them?
their deeds..so great!
not so mine!
the visit humbles me
prodding me to carve a niche for myself
among those I love...however small
...do I dare share frame with them their deeds..so great! .... Honest confession. Thank you. Write more.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ratnaprabha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks