You Hide That Sorrow

Cradled in her mum's lap, a short while.
Muddled up in her parents separation.
With a painful struggled childhood she had.
But yet dreams in her eyes.


A diva in her own sense.
Beauty in her to the brim.
Laughter hides her sorrows and past.
Lipstick red her smile.


Like every girl her aspirations were high.
A family and love is what she ever dreamed of .
The voids of childhood to be filled with some mirth.
Was her only desire.


She fell in love once, twice, thrice.
But never were they true to suffice.
Exploited was her naive beauty .
Sanctity of a women's soul sacrificed.


Bruises on her soul, tears rolled down her eyes.
Yet she bore that Lipstick red stretched.
To hold her poise.
With every blow she learned to smile.


Setting an example of "Beauty with Strength"
Boldness in her own sense.
Her rouge of struggled life never faded.
Still a STAR, Sparkling in the Night sky.




P.S.: years ago i came across a biography of Marilyn Monroe, a struggled childhood, prey of this male dominated society, her beauty exploited. what she ever wanted was a happy family and a little child, the love she was derived to be completed by someone special.


many women like her wish for love and affection, but unlike the lucky ones and like her few are left deprived, a prey to male's lust.


This is a dedication to the Diva.

Shared with Magpie Tales: Mag 97 and with Poets United: Poetry Pantry 81.