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Nineteen sixty nine, February 23rd,

Millions wept and sighs went upward.

The candle of life had breathed its last,

And Madhu Jee from this world did depart.

I was but a boy not even ten,

And I knew not about Madhu Jee then.

However I knew her in another dimension,

Where time has no meaning or a direction.

For the last three decades and more,

Madhu Jee's name is 'Encore, Encore!'

In my heart and my mind she lives and will live,

Her ethereal countenance and her charms won't vanish.

Her smile which even Aphrodite cannot steal,

Will somehow make me happy, all the times when I feel:

Feel for the happiness that eluded her,

That She and Dilip -- made for each other:

Could not be as 'one' even though love shone,

That they were each other's -- yet apart and blown,

Blown away by the stormy winds of fate,

The two who stole hearts were longing, desperate.

While success smiled on Dilip and Madhu,

She could not be his -- Oh, what a taboo!

Today, while pining and dying for his sight,

Thirty four years ago her soul went in flight:

To God Almighty's Paradise, from whence she came,

Leaving Dilip mourning, world isn't the same.

High up from God's realm Madhu Jee you look on:

May you always be happy, though we are forlorn.

Missing you at every moment we can spare,

Watching your movies and your smile -- beyond compare.

                

O Madhu Jee, you came and saved me, I know,

May Allah Almighty bless you with His Love.

The secret we share O queen of hearts,

Is only between us -- never shall it part.

While millions admire you, I am distinctly aloof,

And it has been proved when we met under this roof;

Your secret is mine and my prayers are for you,

Millions may admire, but am I not true,

To assert that I am THE ONE among those few,

Of your countless fans who pine for you loud.

That the bond between you and me is so rare,

An ethereal secret that nobody shall share!



Forever and ever May Allah bless you,

O saviour angel, my prayers are for you.

If God wills I shall honour your name,

Build a mausoleum and spread far your fame,

God willing my wish will be fulfilled one day,

Till then Madhu Jee, for you shall I stay...

My love is pure, devoid of all lust,

And so it shall be, as God's Divine Trust.

Kishore, your husband, that unworthy fool,

Is now not fit to kiss your foot-stool.

Dilip Kumar might be the best of actors,

But You rule the hearts, O divine conqueror.

Even Dilip won't be shy to accept the truth,

That he met and loved none like you -- In sooth.

Three decades and more have gone by in time,

But Madhu Jee, you are the muse of my rhyme.

In my heart O angel, you shall always live on,

Time's span doesn't matter, I shall weather its storm.