Lekhny composition -15-Jul-2023

Manisha Bharti

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Lekhny composition -15-Jul-2023

I stood up straight just like he said,

And held the bow just so; My violin tucked 'neath my chin. Tempo: adagio.

My teacher smiled a gentle smile, He took my mum aside. He had something to say to her,

Some secret to confide

After my lesson, as we walked, My mum, she said to me, They had decided it was time,

Recital, there should be.

This news for me was such a shock,

It meant that I would go,

Far from my home there by the sea,

To where I did not know.

My mum said I would soon perform, Reciting all I know, To stand alone up on that stage, With audience below.

I never played before a crowd,

Just for a few close friends. They didn't care if my bow erred,

Or how my elbow bends. When morning comes, my mother calls,

To go with her and choose, What I will wear up on that stage,

The color of my shoes.

Mum also buys some fabric blue,

Some trim of shiny gold. What it's for she will not say,

A secret, so I'm told.

She sews all day and into night,

With smiles and not a frown.

And in the morning she holds up,

My new recital gown!

Now I feel the pressure as

My big day draws so near. I practice harder every day, To quiet any fear.

My father listens to my songs,

He smiles and says I'm good.

I wish my dad could come with me,

He wishes that he could.

My teacher comes to hear once more,

Each piece I've practiced on

He smiles with every note I play

And how my bow is drawn.

Then Mother packs my suitcase full Of everything I'll need.

She brings along a magazine, Which on the train, shell read.

The concert hall is far away,

We'll travel all day long:

It seems amazing that we'd go So far to play a song.

We go through towns of every size,

With facties big and smal,

And in the city, full of crowds,

The buildings are so tall.

I'm nervous and excited, oh!

This is a special day. But I would really like it if My dad could hear me play.

We have arrived, it's grand! It's huge!

The splendid concert hall.

I get one chance to practice first,

And then I give my all.

My teacher sits and listens as

The pianist starts to play.

But every time I lift my bow

My fingers start to stray.

And then my teacher comes to me And whispers in my ear,

A secret that nobody knows

That only I can hear

A smile appears across my face, My teacher nods his head.

I'll do the very best I can,

Because of what he said.

It's my turn now. I stand up straight.

My blue gown trimmed with gold; I play each note with perfect time,

So calm and oh, so bold.

And when I finish my last piece,

The audience does shout.

The people, they all stand and smile, I'm not sure what about.

And then a man comes 'cross the stage,

With flowers of such grace,

And then I see behind the blooms,

It is my father's face. We soon are on our way back home, My mother turns to me;

She asks about my teacher's words,

And what those words could be.

I smiled and told her what he said,

That I should always try.

Imagining that Father was There isthing by my side.

And as the train rolled down the rail,

I suddenly felt older.

I held my flowers and fell asleep

Against my Dad's broad shoulder.

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