On the mike for the first time

You will be on the mike for the first time,
With a lot of confusion regarding selection of the poem,
That you would prefer to recite, within the short allotted time,
In front of a big crowd assembled for a celebrity.

As an open stage actor of his past experience Pradipta knows,
You must be suffering from the symptoms of stage fearing,
A trembling tone and an urge to wet the throat,
That might be drying up due to tension and anxiety.

Being a bosom friend I took it on me,
"Recite and practice your selected  poem,
Three to four times in a closed room to clear your throat,
Then in front of your family members do the same,
Reach the venue early to get accustomed to the public,
But do not get busy in talking to the person on the next chair,
You might feel inferior, they might subdue you my gullible pixie,
For relaxing and lightening your mind take two news papers"

I told you pooja, not to look in to the eyes of the public,
Those might be searching for a delight,
In the disorder of your dress or its code,
And might give smile or whisper or pass a soft remark,
That might distract your focus from the presentation,
 A lapse quite evident in the approach of a novice.

I being the closest and the best of your friends,
Cheered you, "Let the night vanish with a new beginning,
Let you shine in the sky of scholars from this fresh morning.
Do not be in pressure, just go and deliver,
You are no less rather better than anyone there,
You are a diamond, and thus are destined to glitter,
Feel your worth, best of luck, I know you will rock."

I assured, guided and encouraged you a lot; but,
My condition was precarious when you left,
I was feeling the same worries as a mother feels,
When her child goes to appear an entrance examination,
Praying and trembling from inside my heart,
Anxious and worried about the out come.