This evening, I don't know why, but as I was watching the sunset beyond the hills, a dart of doubt hit me, regarding my love for my adorable, rare woman, and it kept sinking deeper and deeper into my soul, as Marilyn Monroe's song sung for the movie "The River of No Return" kept playing on my portable DVD player....and this poem was the result...
I have always had an unknown and mysterious sort of spiritual empathy with Marilyn Monroe right from childhood and her loveless life and the betrayals by the men she thought she was loved by, always made me sad...and the same spiritual empathy exists even for the late Indian actress famous as the "Venus of Indian cinema" Madhubala...I know doubts are poisonous barbs and contain nothing but ominous forebodings meant to disturb one's mental peace, yet I know not why all this happened...I have never felt this way ever before -- like I mention in the last line of my poem above I kept on crooning even after dusk: "Wailerie...Will you always be just for me?" Here "Wailerie" refers to my beloved, rare woman.
