Task Poem by Madhuri Sawant

Sighing a breathe of relief,
For the deed to be done,
Need to know the outcome,
But time wants to wait,
Waiting for act to be done soothingly,
Now can’t tolerate the flies in my stomach,
Just need my body to get out of numbness,
Ready for the task to be done.

Just waiting down the podium,
Waiting till my name is called,
So many thoughts my mind is hearing,
Wondering whether have I heard my name,
My heart beating so fast,
Wondering when it will slow down,
Not sacred of my task,
But sure of all the souls out there,
Afraid of when I will be on podium,
Or when my deed has been done.