#WritcoPoemPrompt98
Charmless childhood days failed to cheer me
Meaningless education could not satisfy me
Needles preachings by others didn't motivate me
Sweetless youth brought no thrill of romance to me
Tasteless employment succeeded in disappointing me
When I was at the verge of becoming a vegetable, there appeared someone
He carried a sitar instrument and liked my voice and singing
A young man of shyness, singing for myself, he taught me to sing boldly with open voice
He trained me to render a few songs in sync with his tuning
To my utter joy and surprise, he made me sing on the stage
Hundreds of the audience applauded and enjoyed my songs
That was the crucial point in my life that gave me certain meaning
The sitar man was my guide and mentor in bringing out the singer in me
From that time, I rendered quite a number of songs in front of public
With impeding intrest for the nature of my employment, singing gave me new impetuous
I owe this breakthrough to none other than my sitar friend
Is it not something to have recorded about 500 songs in karoke track, in a online singing app?
Quite a number of people must be having similar experiences worth sharing in forums like Writco!




© Joyram