Looking at parents proud and my heart beating loud.
Sweat ran from everywhere to everywhere,
With sun's scorching heat that I couldn't bear.
I stepped back an inch and said "I can't perform",
-"Just four lines, you can" waved at me, my mom.
They taught me a song famous here way south,
I told them "I can't sing, the mic doesn't reach my mouth".
I ran down swiftly, and my heart felt so light,
I didn't think of my parents a bit, who prepared me all night.
Had "the mic reached my mouth" that day, I'd have gone a long way,
Aah! What use is it of, regretting it today?
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