She fumbles,
She trembles,
Her heart pounds,
At the thought,
Of facing people,
Known and unknown.
Her feet is getting colder,
With every passing minute,
She may turn into ice sculpture,
If she stayed longer.
Her heart is dancing,
To tunes of fear,
While she watch her competitors,
Articulating their speech,
With par excellence.
She wants to escape,
From embarrassment,
And thoughts of what they will say,
When she will speak,
In front of crowd,
That may swallow her,
With their icy stares.
Her name is called,
Her heartbeat stops,
She freezes,
And then with little courage ,
She rises to face.
Her mouth is dry,
Her mind is blank,
As she glances,
At empty stares of large audience.
Finally ray of hope strikes,
A new found energy arrives,
Fear loses and she wins,
As she speaks the words,
Of her own,
To the people,
Known and unknown.
