Disco Dancer Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Was not a dancer,
But they have compelled me to be a dancer,
A disco dancer.

Dressed in the tight jeans and the shirt
With a handkerchief tied around
My neck
And the goggles on the face,
I dancing
At the beat of the highly-pitched music.

Oh, I in the necktie, shirt and pants
And the boots
With a necklace,
Breaking the body at the beat of music
And dancing.

Mind it my father had not been a disco,
But the son a disco dancer.