A beauty queen of silver
screen
Of Hollywood
came down to London.
Anna by name, in love she had
fallen
At first sight with a guy of London,
When she went to his
bookstall.
It is not her maiden love.
But it is his; he was in
blush.
It was she who kissed him
first.
It was she who initiated him.
They had their love and love
making.
A scandal spread and she
fled.
Anna repaired for an Oscar
Award.
She went to see him of her own accord.
She in high pedestal, far to
grasp,
He was rational to reject her
grasp.
Anna was in terrible pain
From the unexpected slain.
‘Famous though she is,
She too is a girl
And stands before a boy,
Asking his love’
She said and went out.
It gave his heart a dent.
He dashed and met her in a
press meet.
She was answering questions
put to her.
‘I had to leave soon’
‘The English guy is more than
a friend’.
It soothed her lover, who was
by then there,
Of whose presence she was
unaware.
The press meet was about to
close,
Before which he was allowed
to ask,
‘You, as his more than a
friend,
Can reconcile your decision
made with him?’
‘Yes’, she said, her warmth
wafting to him.
A final question from some
other quarter,
‘How long will you stay in England?’
‘Indefinitely.’
Only they both understood the
significance.
Big and small, they had
souls.
They had vibes to be a whole.
Is it Julia Robert, the
actress,
Or Anna, the character,
Who caused the other the
great?
20.04.2001
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