The Stage Fright
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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,&...
