My friend bade me to read aloud,
Letters and words jumbled up in a fold,
My voice stumbled to a hold,
Fear lurked up making me cold,
Yet I read aloud.
Raising my tone high and high,
Reading with a moderate shy,
I settled to ease by and by,
My first attempt was a good try,
As I took up the dedicated fly.
My reading was quite interesting
The audience heard with rapt binding,
There was a silence really filling,
Adding to the grace of the rendering,
I stood amidst grand rebuilding.
Applauses rant the air,
Appreciation encircled the fair,
Questions came up in pair,
Pat came the answers from me in quick spare,
I remain grateful to my friend’s care.
Meenas Poems 