STAR-CROSSED STARLET

She walks as the sinfonietta goes and then moves like a doll on someone’s hand

Staring every shape up and down only on the stage, for none of the footlights is turned to light down the side of theatergoer

And the sounds of applause wash away like the rain of grain of sand

Yet a thousand masks never leave her face even though the story’s o’er

“What a fantastic celebration, my Lord! If only I could be the first lady here, or may be in your heart only…”

She said a textual flattery in “Red Berry on The Deadly Lips”, her 21^st drama, where she’s leading role as a whore perfectly

Thinking against her own thought many times

Anything to feed the greed that always needs more rhymes

She keeps smiling alongside the road during the winter

Living life as somebody else, calling back herself no longer

She feels tired by hanky-panky behind the red curtain

While people only think of the beauty that has scared them time and time and time again

Remember her, whom people never ever hold motherly

She is what sad story is made of actually

Uvi Rika Mustika