Madhubala- Now A Tear Drop Of Love

Poem By RAMESAN V P

MADHUBALA HOW SWEET YOU WERE
HOW KIND YOU WERE
HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU WERE
AND HOW FASCINATING YOU WERE
BUT I BELIEVE NOT
THAT YOU EXIT WORLD BEFORE
HALF OF A CENTUARY
YOU SLEEP IN THE KHABARSTAN
OF THE JUHU CEMETRY
IN PEACE BUT AN AGONY
FOR THE LIVING ON SIGHT
OF YOUR NAME ON THE PLAQUE
OF THE KHABARSTAN HEAD
THAT INVOKE ACHING HEARTS WEEPING
THE NATURE TOO WEEPS FOR YOU
THE FLOWERS WITHER AWAY
AS THEIR HEARTS BROKEN
ON REMEMBERING THAT YOU ARE NO MORE
YOU WERE A ROSE FLOWER OF THICK PETALS
WITH INTOXICATING SCENT OF DEWS
THAT COME OUT FROM YOUR HEART
BUT THE BRUTAL FATE
PUT A HOLE IN YOUR HEART
TO FINISH YOU AT THE PEAK
OF A LIFE THAT ENTHUSED CRORES
ONLY FOR A SHORT SPAN OF SPRINGS
THAT FLOURISH OVER YOUR CHEEKS
WHERE RAINBOWS AIM AT
THE CUPID WITH FLOWER ARROWS
TO INVOKE THE SONG OF SPRING
BUT YOU RELEGATED TO BACKGROUND
JUST AS A TALE TOLD BY FATE
WHOSE UNFLINCHING BUT UNALTERABLE
JUDGMENT ASKED YOU TO LEAVE
THIS WORLD OF COLOUR, MUSIC AND DANCE
THAT IS THE RHYTHM OF WORLD
BUT WITH UTTER DISMAY
AND DEEP DESPAIR AND ACHING AGONY
I MOURN YOU ALWAYS
AT EVERY PULSATION OF TIME
THAT FLOWS FROM A SOURCE
OF UNKNOWN ORIGIN
AND RUN TO A POINT OF NO ABATEMENT
BUT YOU MADHUBALA,
YOU ARE EVERLASTING FOR US
THE WORLD, THE UNIVERSE
THE COSMIC POWER AND FOR THE LIVING HEARTS ON EARTH!
WHY YOU BLOOM ONLY TO WITHER AWAY
AND ONLY TO SWELL TEARS
THAT ROLL OVER CHEEKS OF CRORES!

Comments about Madhubala- Now A Tear Drop Of Love

Such an impressive lament, R. V. P. You may like to read my ars poetica named, Poetic Sense-1. Thanks.
Amusing tribute to one of the most beautiful lady Bollywood had. No doubt that she mesmerized many with her charm, smile and acting. A fitting tribute nicely written.10


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