A Sonnet: My Debut Book

Donned on a simple boring outfit,

I climbed up, the wide wooden stage;

As the audience murmured in eager hope;

Restless to listen my colloquial tone.

Reciting gratitude springing from my soul,

My poem overflowed at a soulful pace.

The last phrase finished as applause begot,

As the principal neared with a joyful cheer.

My first ever anthology just breathed its life,

As my dad received it with graceful pride.

Though moments can fade in great multitude;

The shawl adorned just honored my fate.

It all sprung up for my love for poesy,

Thus I pen spellbound, My cherished memory.