They Too Want Me Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

They too want it to happen otherwise am not a dancer,
A folk dancer maybe,
As no training has it been imparted in dancing,
As lie I a natural dancer.

My inspiration is my small children who want me
To dance,
But no dancer am I, as I have intimated it earlier,
But instead of it, my audience does not leave me.

They will go finally making me dance,
And on finding the house empty,
I too have made my mind to dance
In my style.

And the act is easy as for wear I lungi and ganjee at home
And it is easy to express
And act in loose dresses,
So I too in order to please them
Made up my mind for a dance item.

The tips that I used in were breaking of the limbs,
The waist, the legs, the head, the hands and the hips,
Postures and poses curvy and savvy
Winning their applause.

I went on breaking the limbs rhythmically and whimsically,
Shaking the body violently,
Smilingly and swiftly
And just like the bathroom singer used I my talents.

At their request, just for them, my small son and daughter,
Danced I to please them, the little people,
As they took me for a dancer,
But no dancer am I, took my refuge in folk dancing as for a break.

I too am a break dancer and can break my limbs at the beat of music,
Not less than, you accept it or not,
But they accept it and press for
And so that dance I, if not the break dance, the folk dance definitely.