**this Is It* Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

This is it
He thrilled the world at the end
Beyond the condolence from death to demise
Beyond the awards and up flow on the charts
To hearts deep on the dance floor with blood
In a spin the world danced to his steps
In defiance to nature he turned black and white
Save the love or billie Jean when on the track

This is it
Raptures to lovers and fantasy to the beloved
Breaking the dance with trends that smashed
His voice from the unknown as Earth Song solo
Shall not the providence bring him back
Let the lie of his death spread again for lovers

This is it
His last before on his way out of the studio
That was the dance of the divine stringed
The flute of the universal soul through him
When lost to himself in his ethereal self
On the ground back he would find himself
In flood of tears out of happiness or grief

This is it
Lovers had a voice those who believed
Love is loosening the self to the divine
Lovers wait for the tears of heavens this time
This time if no other time as each time is an “it”
Sing him to the heart’s content my love tonight
Saddest of the news that has been lived so far

This is it
My heart the sounds that in your days of despair
Or broken on the floor on his songs of love
Beat the music of the angel again as remembrance
I shared the beauty of bygone days in his voice
27/6/2009

*On the sad demise of Michael Jackson
*My poem “The King” is also dedicated to him
*'This is it” The last scheduled concert of Michael Jackson which was to be held in London