Anglo-Saxon Boast
I am Ria, the daughter of the almighty songbird of music.
From the halls of recitals and stages of India,
My mom grew up in a world of many melodious musical instruments.
Wanting the same for me,
My mom took me to many piano classes.
Practice took time, but I started off small,
Performing in front of friends, family, and relatives.
Then after some time had passed, with many months of handplay,
I finally had the courage to play in front of hundreds of people.
As the performer, I went on the stunning solid stage,
And had done countless recitals,
Showcasing my pieces to the audience.
My belief of perseverance played a big role in this growth.
Piano had not just merely delighted my senses,
But it had also improved my scholarly pursuits.
Science, a sullen subject I had once struggled with,
Had become such a smooth-sailing,
That it flowed in my mind like a whale-road.
Learning the piano had also paved the way,
For learning even more new instruments,
Like the guitar, ukulele, and xylophone.
In the future, I plan to perform a masterpiece in front of not just hundreds,
But thousands, or even millions of voice-bearers someday.
I hope that the handpraise of every performance,
Is louder than the other.
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