Bijay Kant Dubey

What Dancer Am I, Friends, Say You, What Dancer, A Break Dancer Or A Folk Dancer? - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

What dancer,
Am I friends,
Say you,
Came I
With a rocking comeuppance,
Thrilling and shaking the body,
Breaking and dancing
Just like a disco jockey,
An anchorman?

The audience greeted me,
Took me upon as a great dancer
But was I not,
As had to save my prestige
And that of the managers,
Started I dancing
To the beats of
Of the band of musicians.

First of all, wearing the glasses,
The goggles came I,
Twisting the mouth,
With a chewing gum into the mouth
I shaking the waist,
The hips and the thighs sometimes
With the beautiful girls.

Belles and blondes
From American, Britain,
Poland and other European countries,
I singing ooh, la-la, ooh, la-la,
Flanking each other,
Jointly in collaboration,
Hand-in-hand, shoulder-over-shoulder,
Singing and dancing.

Thereafter started I my rock performance
With the first going after,
I hurling my shirt,
Opening and hurling in style
Towards the audience
And one among them catching it
And I passion dancing
Just in my Bermudas.

A disco dancer I breaking and rocking,
Failing the break dancers, rockers
In breaking and rocking the audience
And the audience clapping,
Rocking and breaking,
Breaking and rocking,
A break dancer I, a rocker I
With the band of mine.

I after hurling my shirt, I in the vest
And the pants
And after that the pants too not
Going down
With the belt slipped
And I in the Bermudas and the boots
Dancing, taking time,
Giving to rhythmically.

Topic(s) of this poem: art

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015

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