The Heroine
Make up! Sound! Camera! Light! Action!
Today, all seems just an illusion.
She had a dream to become a Heroine
Like Sophia, Audrey, Liz and Marilyn!
If not Hollywood, it can be Bollywood or Tollywood
Dream came true, luck favoured, her talents were recognized and understood.
Mesmerizing beauty, fabulous dancer, melodious singer, fantastic actor
Drew the attention of all producers, heroes and directors!
Film journalists and shutterbugs waited hours to take her interview and snaps,
Iris, she became of her fan's eyes, deserved their overwhelming claps.
Apollo of the Tinseltown, apple of the eye of the viewers,
Fame, wealth and stardom kissed her feet, as if within few hours.
Smiled sarcastically, Cupid, the God of Love, hiding himself behind a Cirrus,
Shot an arrow aimed at the Heroine's heart, singing a chorus with Aphrodite and Venus.
With her photo on the cover page, flashed the media,
She is getting married to a producer!
Fans were disheartened, industry was shocked,
heroine became a homemaker, thirty years passed!
Fans forgot her, beauty deserted her, all that was left was graying hair and wrinkles on her face.
The brightest star dropped down to earth, accompanied by golden memories and faded snaps, safely tucked in a silver case.
Copyright © Manimala Basu | Year Posted 2015
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