The Only Truth

She lay still in the casket

A ragged doll with wrinkles all over

None could say what beauty she once was

Nobody to mourn, nobody to sing her praise

Millions had enjoyed her acting

Millions still hum her songs

Thousands of men enchanted by her beauty

Dreamt of living with her forever

Heroes vied to partner her

Heroines envied her supremacy

Directors queued up at her doors

Box offices overflowed thanks to her

Her bright eyes hid her pains

Her music and dance expressed them, though

Glitter, glamour, colour and humdrum

People never saw the real HER behind

Years passed; beauty waned

Little could the paint hide

The wrinkles, black spots, grey hair and all

The loneliness, depression, fear and defeat

Whither went the huge family inside her home?

Whither went the crowd outside her doors?

Everything had changed inside and outside

No noise of the ringing phones or the calling bells

From heroine to hero’s mother

From main roles to side roles

From silver screen to small screen

The descent was really fast

She was needed as long as she meant money

Once she was not worth millions

Vanished everybody around her, along with her wealth-

Her brothers, sisters, cousins and even her parents

She spent the evening of her life

All alone, pardoning everybody for their selfishness

In the company of her pet dog

And the soothing pegs of a few drinks

One last time as she was wheeled into the ICU

She relived her entire life of glamour, fame, and loneliness

Nothing is permanent - Name, fame, money, wealth, relationships or beauty

Valiantly she set off to embrace death - the only truth!