Michael Jackson Come Here, Come Here, Michael, Called He Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Michael Jackson, come here; come here, Michael,
Said he, called he
And lo, I too reached the plot
With my antics,
The beat and rhyme of Michael Jackson.

O, Michael, Michael, come here, come here, Michael,
Said he, called he
And went I hearing
As he called me spontaneously
With Michael in my heart and soul!

Michael, Michael, you come here, come here, Michael,
Said he, calling ironically
Though I was not,
But the mood was one of dancing
Pose and posture, the thrill as such!

Remembering the great master of dance,
Break dance, rock and roll, pop and jazz,
I too turned jazzy, pop,
Started rocking and rolling the things,
Taking into my stride it all.

Danced I just remembering him,
Breaking the limbs, the torso from the bust
And the bust from the torso,
A Jackson,
Jackson turned I into with the rock and rhythm.

Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson, come here
Even though I was,
I went dancing,
Breaking the limbs,
Upping the hat, shaking the goggles!

O, Michael, Michael, you our love,
Our love,
Said he,
Said he in a sonorous voice,
Michael, Michael, come here!