I'm with him. He is with me.

I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description

I never dreamed,

That I would attend,

The Mundane,

Mega concert. 

Free entry for all,

On the open spacious stage,

That has an enormous artistic aura,

With an intention to enrich performance. 

Some people see some people don't, 

some people run, some people walk 

A select few accept everyone as their own,

While everyone owes for a selected few. 

The stage is biased,

To always remain unbiased,

While the stage accepts all performers without any criteria,

The performer observes the stage using the criteria. 

Music and Dance together,

Combination of the Flute player and singer,

Actual art, factual painting, 

Theatre, Emotion, persuasion so on are ever on. 

It may be me now,

someone else tomorrow. 

All are standing in a row,

To bow next to the stage. 

You all recall the spectators, 

Despite being many in one, that is who he is.

I'm with him. He is with me.

We both narrated this poem together.