Marilyn Monroe.

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A tragic angel of sex,

A seductive child woman,

A legendary Love Goddess,

A blonde, a beauty persona,

A voice as much voluptuous,

You, Marilyn Monroe,

As betrayed by those who mattered you,

And ill-loved by those who you mattered,

Having taken over doze of sleeping pills,

In 1962, a fateful year of sex hunters,

At the most ripe age of six and thirty,

Over the failure of much cherished

Marital bond with Robert Kennedy,

Had left us high and dry as sex starved.

From a poor soil and from a broken home,

You came out as an illegitimate child.

You were not to die as an invalid.

You found that your body was an asset,

With which you wanted to bet the world,

With which you wanted to take revenge

On all men, low and high, who fell by.

You had slept with many,

Even for a paltry sum.

You sold yourself for your need and growth,

Never for lust. You are not a man hunter.

You were deserted by three husbands.

You were belied by Robert Kennedy.

He wanted your body, not the soul.

You purred every one to lust you and burst

You used sex as a powerful weapon

To fight with and to beat with,

For the rise to the pedestal, so as to love from.

You sought love nowhere.

You lost it everywhere.

Love hungry and name hungry,

You were too fast to find love anywhere.

You had tuned up for men atop.

Had you turned down to fans below,

You could have got fountain of love.

I take pity for your sad death.

The solace is that I had my youth

Before you had had your last breath.

Your erotic profile still is in my memory.

A woman of sacrifice is Marilyn Monroe.

01.05.2002