Street Dancer Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He was black and slim,
Stood on the pavement
For the crowds to walk by,
Sang a song of extreme love
Somebody carried
In his mind, writhing
His body like rubber
On the pavement
In swift movement,
did circus like action,
Somersalulted, jilted
Rocked all the time,
As if a motion of poetry,
His tinned voice
a perfect match
to his body jiltongs,
Passerby throwig away
Coins in his tincan
He stopped the dance
Every ten minutes
To take a breat and rest,
He left in the midnoon
To have a bite of burger,
He loved so much,
His life so simple,
To the people who are
Well to do, or rich
Even poor feeling
A sense of guilt
At his dancing alone
In the pavement
For his good but,
Not so poor a living.