He was manna
of celestial kind,
brought succour
to earthly minds.
His natural gift
of music and art,
to heal strife torn
mortal hearts
The devil lured him
with bait of insipient glory,
Trapped him
in a net of plumose fame.
Deprived him
of oxygen of colossal love
Just to repeat,
the tragic age-old story.
Grueling focus
of spotlight,
deglutinated away
his god given might.
His rhythmic
cries of help,
were misconstrued,
as a tune of song.
His body
fettered with pain.
When pranced,
was applauded,
as a funky step
of his dance.
The fish caught
in a mundane mess,
wrecked by piercing
hook of success.
With his cries,
Paid, the exorbitant cess.
Thus, thrown
in ocean of glamour,
With a golden
manacle-hand-cuff of fame,
he drowned
and died like a lame,
With a thirst
to receive sempiternal acclaim.
The harsh fallacious wind
of attention,
And excess water
of tension,
incarcerated the growth
of succulent sapling- Jackson
And rendered
him an impuissant peter pan.
Anjali
10-07-2009
beautiful poem, and i felt it. I don't know word's cant really describe how this poem has made me feel. But i love it. Its rather sad too.
Anjali, I can't emphasise enough the brilliance of this poem on MJJ-The King of Pop. It weaves expertly through his multi-faceted life. Great poem, my dear. It's a 10+++ Isaac
nice job Anjali, of course he was good May his body rest on peace nice poem Luwi
anjali....a beautiful tribute to the king of pop.touching, because of all the sufferings the celebrities go through, with a smille.very well penned
Wonderful work. i think Michael Jackson is also praising ur work.
Michael Jackson helped out a family he read about in a newspaper clipping. A mother had hurled her two young sons off a bridge into a causeway. Two samaritans attempted rescue of the children. The mother and the eldest son then only 4 years old survived. The two year old boy drowned. The mother was put in a mental hospital. Michael set up a trust fund for the surviving son. A few months after this occurance, the father, died of a dissected abdominal artery. The son was fortunate in two respects, someone passing by saved him from drowning and someone with a kind heart saved him from destitution. I'll always remember Michael Jackson for his great talent and his compassionate heart.
oh, anjali, this is right - both poetically and in true-life; a perfect write, the second stanza a God-send maxim to remind us of our lively nothingness - 'with a bait of incipient glory' that's what the devil, nay the world, offers - incipient glory; deprived of oxygen of colossal love. Indeed love that is love is colossal, a mystery known to mere humans, in love. Thank you anjali for reminding us of the merits of humility and our unworthiness (if not, the devil 'lures' us) . mark
He's legacy is know a lesson and salt of this world. The real life Peter Pan story. A story we all should see and take heed to what can happen to a blessing when when fame tries to drown you. Fame has a huge price to pay. Michael Jackson my brother and one of my fathers. Thank you God for this poem and for Michael Jackson our rear Peter Pan.
great tribute....classy and well written each stanza balanced and beautiful anju like always...pleasure to read ur work cheers an ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HI ANJALI You have done elequent justice to a great man who lived and lives in the hearts of million. Excellent selection of metaphor and sensible voabulary turned into a beautiful poem. Good work Greetings Satheesan rangorath