Emotions flow from my soul’s shore
While I recite stories & folklore.
I craft dreams, never dreamed before
As from my soul, stories out-pour.
I’m a wordsmith, like a magician
Creating visions is my profession.
Various generations can envision
As I blend creativity with tradition.
I don’t have any fancy desire
Valuable gold isn’t what I aspire.
All I want from my tale-telling art
Is a place in my listener’s heart.
A listener’s heart is my treasure
For it’s value, I can’t ever measure.
It would be my blissful pleasure
If my words could provide someone, leisure.
So, listeners, I want you to know
May my verses, within you forever echo.
So that, kings may rule, kings may go
But stronger, our bond shall always grow.
Note:- Storytelling has been an integral part of our society. In absence of maintaining records in the past, it was through the medium of storytelling that one generation was able to convey the moral & ethical values of their tradition to the next generation. Besides that I have always felt that the art of storytelling always carries a unique humanistic touch that unites the hearts of the tale-teller & the listener in a very mystic way. So this poem pertains to art of storytelling from the perspective of a storyteller & expresses the fact as to how a true storyteller actually weaves his/her magic & how important the listeners are to them.