He was manna <br />of celestial kind, <br />brought succour <br />to earthly minds. <br />His natural gift <br />of music and art, <br />to heal strife torn <br />mortal hearts <br /> <br />The devil lured him <br />with bait of insipient glory, <br />Trapped him <br />in a net of plumose fame. <br />Deprived him <br />of oxygen of colossal love <br />Just to repeat, <br />the tragic age-old story. <br /> <br />Grueling focus <br />of spotlight, <br />deglutinated away <br />his god given might. <br />His rhythmic <br />cries of help, <br />were misconstrued, <br />as a tune of song. <br />His body <br />fettered with pain. <br /> <br />When pranced, <br />was applauded, <br />as a funky step <br />of his dance. <br />The fish caught <br />in a mundane mess, <br />wrecked by piercing <br />hook of success. <br />With his cries, <br />Paid, the exorbitant cess. <br /> <br />Thus, thrown <br />in ocean of glamour, <br />With a golden <br />manacle-hand-cuff of fame, <br />he drowned <br />and died like a lame, <br />With a thirst <br />to receive sempiternal acclaim. <br /> <br />The harsh fallacious wind <br />of attention, <br />And excess water <br />of tension, <br />incarcerated the growth <br />of succulent sapling- Jackson <br />And rendered <br />him an impuissant peter pan. <br /> <br />Anjali <br />10-07-2009<br /><br />ANJALI SINHA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/michael-jackson-a-peter-pan/
