Do Yow Want To Be The Person She Was? Poem by Renu Beri

We read about her in magazines,
We see her on television,
She graces the screen of many a theatre,
Where crowds jostle just to see her.
Adjusted` sexiest woman' on the planet,
By a gentlemen's magazine,
Wealthy and beautiful,
Successful and popular,
Wooed and wowed by her fans,
Always accompanied by handsome hunks,
Invariably smiling and waving,
She is a glamorous goddess
Who lives in the seventh heaven.
‘A wonderful life',
Agree one and all.
'Very lucky, ' sigh the women,
'Very hot, ' gasp the men.

One day, a photograph shocked the world.
The sexiest woman was found dead
At the young age of thirty-nine.
An overdose of drugs!

A new picture now slowly emerged.

Vying for the accolades of her fans,
She had enhanced her beauty several times.
Breasts, nose, lips, jaw, butt.
Every part of her beautiful body,
Had seen touched by a painful knife.
Not satisfied with god's creation
She was truly a surgeon's transformation.

Being alienated from her family,
(They shamelessly feasted on her earnings) ,
Having divorced three husbands,
(Who ravaged her beauty and her wealth) ,
She was a lonely soul at heart.
Her attractive companions,
Accompanied her to boost own careers!

Having all, but none truly her own,
She was lost and lonely in this wide world.
Unable to cope with the dilemma before her,
She put a premature end to her life.

Do you want to be the person she was?
A popular magazine posed the question.

The replies to the query were as expected,
They revealed the modern trend,
Where sanctity of life wasn't much valued,
It was glitz and glamour that prevailed, instead.

'Certainly, ' tweeted the women,
'We would love to have a life like hers,
(Though, we agree, it was sad and short.)
What is the use of a long existence,
Neither interesting nor intense,
It's better to live an exciting short life,
And then in peace to rest forever.'