Life asked
death...
"Why do people love me but hate you?"
death responded,
"Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth."
DEATH OF AN ACTRESS
The powdered FACE
Lost its glitter after years
The fake layers fell
Fell down like autumn leaves
Revealing a face
Full of wrinkles of experience
The half covered body
Showed her bruised thighs
Her parched lips had no smile
To enthrall the crowd
Which she could do earlier
With a corner of her lips
She was mobbed wherever she went
She signed thousands of autographs
She never wrote her autobiography
She was a mystery and she liked it
Death cat walked towards her
As she had done on many ramps
And her breath away ,in sleep
Leaving no trace of the real SHE
She lay like a piece of wood
With half closed eyes and plugged nose
That once gazed ,sighed and breathed warmth
She never complained in public
The public never knew , if she had one
A role model for all but she had none
She acted out reams of roles
To please the public at large
The crowd she never knew
But ,was there not a deep grief ?
Written large over her wrinkled face
She seemed to CRY in agony at last
“I COULD NEVER BY MYSELF IN LIFE”
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