.
You wait with bated breath
For the star of the show to appear
Slender tendrils of condensation
Fingers going numb
Are mere distractions.
The star
Makes a breathtaking appearance
Lighting up the vast stage
He states with aplomb
This is my show
I’m the one and only
Watch me world
With awe!
The entire stage is lit up
By the Star’s magnificence
Nothing and no one else
Can outshine him!
(First published in Bhushan Is Writing)
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