Chandra sekharan



She was the richest actress of the century
Blonde, curly, fluttering hair
Millions dreamt of her
Attractive, curving figure
Even ugliest billionaires fell at her feet
Had several boyfriends and gay men
With whom she enjoyed life
In all parts of the world
Despite everything under her thump
She felt insecure
Restless, sleepless
Something frequently knocked her brain
Though there was no pain
Knocking made severe impact on her
Entire body and molecular cells
She had an irresistible urge to run away
To an un inhabiting planet
She assigned her architect
To design a four legged structure
In one of the hottest deserts
A four legged tower
With roofless chamber on top
Where she can lie down
And get dried and fried

Submitted: Thursday, January 05, 2012

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  • Ifedayo Oshin (1/5/2012 6:39:00 AM)

    A good reflection and picture of vanity... thank you for reminding us that there is more to life than being materialism and popularity....... (Report) Reply

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