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Michael Jackson, Come Here; Come Here, Michael
by Bijay Kant Dubey
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  Michael Jackson, Come Here; Come Here, Michael
Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson,
Come here, come here, Michael,
Said they,
Addressing me,
Though no Michael Jackson was I,
Confessed I,
But instead, said they,
Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson,
Come here, saying it beautifully, come here.

Though no Michael Jackson was I, just said they, Jackson,
Michael Jackson,
In a very singsong voice of their own,
Michael Jackson, come here,
O, Michael Jackson,
Come here
And I
went there stylistically, shaking the body
And dancingly!

They just said it Michael Jackson, addressed me by that  name
And I
started dancing
Wherever was I,
In whatever position was I,
If unable to dance, my legs sliding and gliding,
The earth behind shaking
And I wanting to be Jackson, Jackson, Michael Jackson.

As such was the magic of his name, the spell of his
That I
started dancing
Myself in the room or on the streetway,
But I
checked my emotions
And coming to house,
Danced I in full.

Even while changing my clothes, my pants and shirt,
I
shook the body frequently,
Gave lips to the song,
Breaking the body
And dancing
With the artiste in my heart and soul
With the goggles, the hat,
Looking genderless, genderless.

Though no Michael Jackson was I, just called they by the way
But the magic of his name had been as such
That I
started dancing,
Oblivious of  their presence,
First throwing the hat,
Secondly shrinking the body, I
gave a flying kiss.

And started to dance, breaking the body,
The legs, the hands
Though flung apart,
The torso and the bust
Though cut and set elsewhere,
I falling on the ground and rolling,
Standing and shaking,
My shoes too dancing.

And lo, turned I into a Michael Jackson,
With the photograph of his before me
And I trying to follow him,
But could not be a Jackson
Instead of good attempts,
Jackson was Jackson,
Michael Jackson
And I,  I, a duplicate Jackson!

Oh, danced I too catching the rhythm of life,
Shaking and breaking the body,
But could not be,
Jackson was Jackson,
Michael Jackson
And I, I,
It’s me!

Thank you, sir, shall meet you again,
Try to give a good performance,
Let me copy the great master in full,
How does he shake the body,
Where does all the thrill come from,
Let me mark them,
So that alighting from the train,
The airbus and the tram,
I can make you dance,
You just wait, let me come back again,
My hats off to Michael Jackson!
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August 05, 2013
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