In Imitation Of Michael Jackson Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Just saw I him
In the photograph
And statrted I dancing,
Hearing his name,
Michael Jackson,
Seeing his image
Hanging on the wall,
Such had been the magic of his name
And his rhythm of dance and music.

With the cap overhead
And the goggles on the eyes
And a handkerchief tied around the neck,
I going,
Going and going,
Coming not,
A dancer in motion
And emotion.

Dancing on the ways
And going,
Waving at and kissing from far,
Making the people dance
And going,
Breaking the body
Like a gymnast,
My bust, my torso
Cut off, hanging onto
And adding to again naturally,
Appearing to be so.

The earth behind the legs slipping,
Michael Jackson dancing,
The boots swerving and slipping
And getting balanced,
The dance is as such,
Making the dead stand on feet,
Jackson is Jackson,
Michael Jackson,
Hats off to him,
Salute you, Michael Jackson.