Slow Dance

Tonight, I’d gone out with my parents, for dinner. And we were discussing the weird stuff I’ve done as a child. It’s embarrassing but I think, quite amusing, too. Besides, I’ve started to like laughing on myself. I think it’s more pleasing than laughing at someone else. Anyhow, I have no intensions, whatsoever, of disclosing the ‘weird stuff’.

I have no idea who are the people taking part in the recitation competition and am certainly sure of the fact that I stand very less or maybe no chance of getting a position in the top order. You may call me cynical but that’s the truth and there is no denying that. The only person, in my knowledge, who is taking part in this competition, is Akshara of my own section and of course she’s a better speaker. Though, we both got a 12.5/15 in the recitation thingy. And I am reciting ‘one voice’ by Billy Gilman in form of a poem and as most of you know, it’s supposed to be a song. While looking for poems, Shubhi gave me this very nice poem written by a terminally ill girl, which I initially wanted to recite but anyways. I am however posting that poem for everybody to read.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry go round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading light.
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is too short.
The music won’t last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask,” how are you?”
Do you get the reply?
When the day is done,
Do you lie in your bed,
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is too short.
The music won’t last.

Ever told a child,
We’ll do it tomorrowand in your haste not seen his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
to call and say “hi”
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is too short.
The music won’t last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day
It is like an unopened gift…
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Listen to the music before it is over.

Signing off…
AKANKSHA