The stage

Prologue: A podium, a spotlight, a place where you feel you are of importance; "the stage!". A place where many have made miracles come true while facing a good hundred faces. All the fear turning into adrenaline rush and you trying to get clarity while everything makes sense; yes, it takes a lot of effort to master the art of looking into each one's eye and making them believe what you believe in.
We may jeer sometimes at someone who just can't make straight sentences while on the podium but hats off to the amount of courage. This poem is for all who conquered it.



Stage is my home, home is where I go
You are welcome as a guest or stay sitting in the row
The mike is my remote, the audience my screen 
I love all my channels, I love to be seen 
It's funny in a way, actually I am a loner
I have accepted the fact, haven't turned a stoner 
Had my stage frights too, had this heart pumping
Used to sit quietly, while see others jumping 
So I decided one day, I want to be heard
That is when I held the mike, put down my guard

Now see me today, I am a party puffer
I am doing a lot better than some stupid duffers
And I urge you to get up, hold this mike
Talk any crap, anything you like
You got to begin someday, why not now
Blow out their minds and take a bow.

                                                                                              -Farag Anjum Kureshi


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