Invented themes neat and nifty.
Shone as a star from five to fifty.
Enigma rolled in a twisted quiz.
Doubtless pinnacle of his buiz.
Here and now built never land.
And in realms was blown to sand.
Invented he an ethereal walk.
As if was doing a moon stalk.
Was so concerned for the bays.
Danced in a blur like laser rays.
To history inscribed a mega note,
and wished his-story to be afloat.
Clutching crotch, world he thrust.
And lived a life of best and bust.
At his finest in the milling melee.
World he buzzed at Mach three.
Months he spent with a chimp.
Dangled kid from a balcony, limp.
Existed weird; in a fantasy fuzz.
Appeared oblivious to the buzz.
Loathed focus on bizarre tussles.
Hated taunted autograph rustles.
Smooched and patted robo-stuff.
Did every doctor’s knife and snuff.
Built he castles, whatever it took.
Alone in a room, he oddly shook.
Across the race strange forays.
switch to roles in foreplays.
Got in trouble with the law.
and also with the kids a flaw.
In hall of fame a foot print burned.
A page of history has been turned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem