By Rakshitha Dheenadhayalan
Born into a home shattered
You were left alone, young and battered
Twelve times in foster homes you roamed
Plotting escapes and hopes stoned.
Married young to escape
Only to fall into the endless cave.
A life of routine, mundane, and gray
Until the glimmer of stardom led the way.
Captured by a lens, a fate’s design
You became Hollywood's favourite sign
Divorced young, you took the leap
And discovered dreams that set you free.
You sang, you danced, you acted
Everyone said you were quite the package.
Feminist before it was vogue to be,
To envious eyes and for the mind to feast.
Remarried to wealth, yet you still yearned
For love and acceptance so often spurned
Adorned by fans, but haunted within
Your laughter masks the pain therein.
Pretty white dress, red lipstick
The perfectly blonde updo on the movie set.
In the subway breeze, your beauty shone
Driving men wild, their desires overblown.
Your smile, the veil that hid the hurt inside
A facade for the pain you pushed aside.
But through it all, you remained a superstar
An icon to be remembered near and far.
Despite the battle bruises and constant strives
Your legacy lives on with your spirit combined
In the hearts of admirers, forever enshrined
For you are Marilyn Monroe, an eternal sign.
By Rakshitha Dheenadhayalan
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