There she stood, draped in silk,
Looked like she had bathed in milk,
She soon became the cynosure,
As silence descended over the enclosure.
She was brought to the stage by her teacher,
Whose finger she held tightly in her tiny hands,
Reaching for the mic which was standing taller than her,
She stretched her tiny frame and held on to the stand.
She closed her eyes, and it all came back,
How the prize offered had caught her eye,
How her house was fully lit the previous night,
How she was told not to give up the fight.
She started singing like she knew no fear,
Smiling to people watching from far and near,
Scaling notes was her sweet feeble voice,
Chirping like a bird, she made more noise.
She was telling a story and the crowd listened,
Her parents feeling proud, feeling unburdened,
And when it was finaly over, she stood there,
Oblivious to the applause, she looked for a hand... To take her away
