Conquest

She was shy and coy

bundled with fear;

The loudness of the mike

was crystal clear;

One by one descended 

to the center of the sphere;

Their voices arose

her curiosity ear;

Waiting for her turn

Made her anxiety appear;

Within few seconds

her name is what she could hear;

Holding the mike

for the first time here;

Shrieking and shaking

with the voice so poor;

"Let go off the fear" said

her inner voice there;

Conquest is the only way 

to get rid of the fear;

She aligned herself with

a steady voice to hear;

Applause and cheer is 

on the way near;

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