Being carried away
by a grandiloquence
I think the same way
a nod to what all is said
I lose myself in Maya’s speech
such being the power of oratory.
She stretches her hands in an embrace
lifts her eyes toward the blue sky
points her fingers towards you
a smile lights up her face
her body language is amazing
an element of a tactful logarithm.
Not only I but all who have assembled
stay put as they hear May speak
she raises her voice when she wants to emphasise
subdues her tone when she talks with gentle feel
a significance having been experienced
as the minds of the listeners set to work.