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"I can't dance or sing, but I can do poetry alrigh

"I can't dance or sing, but I can do poetry alright!" I think to myself. "Umm, but I write poems, I never do them spoken. What if they don't get the poem? What if my voice shakes? Oh my god, I don't want to embarrass myself! But, but I'm a poet!" (story in caption) The scene is from the freshers. The juniors who initially were not very comfortable during the tasks have now opened up. Everyone is showing their talents. The bonding of both the juniors and the seniors is pretty visible. The singer is singing, the dancer is coming to dance, the writer is sharing self-written shayaris. The ambience is fun and beautiful. The juniors are finally done showing their lively sides and now it's us, the seniors, who effortlessly seem to be wanting to show ourselves to the freshers. We want to be known, we want to be appreciated, and we love the environment. So we begin making yet another set of memories. The dancer is dancing, and the singer is singing. Then there's me, sitting on the edge, caught between two worlds. "I can't dance or sing, but I can do poetry alright!" I think to myself. "Umm, but I write poems, I never do them spoken. What if they don't get the poem? What if my voice shakes? Oh my god, I don't want to embarrass myself! But, but I'm a poet!"
"I can't dance or sing, but I can do poetry alright!" I think to myself. "Umm, but I write poems, I never do them spoken. What if they don't get the poem? What if my voice shakes? Oh my god, I don't want to embarrass myself! But, but I'm a poet!" (story in caption) The scene is from the freshers. The juniors who initially were not very comfortable during the tasks have now opened up. Everyone is showing their talents. The bonding of both the juniors and the seniors is pretty visible. The singer is singing, the dancer is coming to dance, the writer is sharing self-written shayaris. The ambience is fun and beautiful. The juniors are finally done showing their lively sides and now it's us, the seniors, who effortlessly seem to be wanting to show ourselves to the freshers. We want to be known, we want to be appreciated, and we love the environment. So we begin making yet another set of memories. The dancer is dancing, and the singer is singing. Then there's me, sitting on the edge, caught between two worlds. "I can't dance or sing, but I can do poetry alright!" I think to myself. "Umm, but I write poems, I never do them spoken. What if they don't get the poem? What if my voice shakes? Oh my god, I don't want to embarrass myself! But, but I'm a poet!"
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