I was earlier sitting there, &
Just giving blankness a deep stare.
I was thinking about going on stage, &
I visualised myself finally turning that page.
Then I was wondering,
What would I be saying?
Would it be inspiring? Or
Would it be boring?
Would I ever impress you all? Or
Would I have yet another downfall?
Clearly, I was combating my stage fright to no avail,
As I saw my facade of confidence smoothly sail.
I'm still up here though, just
As some of you were, a minute ago.
Trying to muster a show,
I alas realize that the battle is just with my ego.
In a minute I'll be back down, &
Play audience to yet another anxious speaker.
Similarly, he'll make me the cause of his frown, &
Similarly, he'll amplify his fear louder and louder.
He'll try to please me, and
He'll try to impress me.
He'll use me, and
He'll abuse me.
But I hope he realizes, that it's not me, &
I hope he realizes, that only he can set himself free.
Just like I am.
Just like I did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem