On the Stage
With the midnight black curtains in front,
heart racing like a wolf on the hunt,
legs quivering as though a prey in sight,
my eyes strain for any sign of light.
Rooted in position like a fairy cast a spell
that suddenly transformed my feet into gel,
I await the sound of that chime
which would finally say that it is time.
At last, the curtains part with the gazes
of burning intensity from the faces
awaiting to be spellbound by my act
of lighthearted comedy and inherent tact.