He Just Called Me Michael Jackson, O, Michael Jackson, Come Here! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

He Just Called Me Michael Jackson, O, Michael Jackson, Come Here!

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Though no dancer I am, but he just called me Michael Jackson,
O, Michael Jackson, come here
And hearing his name,
Started I dancing
At my home, in the office,
At the shopping mall,
Into the lanes!

Whether sitting or standing, smiling or talking, in lungi or pants
Started I dancing, dancing
And breaking the limbs
And rolling down
Taking together,
Whoever be nearer to me.

As such had been the spell of his,
The magic of his name
That started I dancing,
Shaking the waist,
The limbs,
Twisting and turning myself.

Rounding a handkerchief around the neck
Just as a tie,
Upping the goggles overhead,
Started I dancing,
Desirous of making the audience dance.

Though no Michael Jackson am I, he just called me
Out of joke,
O, Michael Jackson, come here
And started I dancing
Merely with his saying,
Though no Jackson am I!

Jackson is Jackson, Michael Jackson,
Only one
And people dancing merely at the sight of his
And he making them dance anytime anywhere,
Even fanatics, zealots and moral police shaking
And the earth tuning beneath their legs,
I may go emulating, but cannot be Michael Jackson.


COMMENTS OF THE POEM
trinity lyon 11 January 2023

wow

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Soulful Heart 18 October 2014

michael jackson indeed cannot be replaced yet his mere name makes shake our legs and feel like a dancer.............good poem

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