An Ode To Shobha De

An Ode to Shobha de

Here is a girl called Shobha de

She came, she saw, she wrote,
And she dazzled.

She stood on her shining pedestal

Like a modern day venus

Gazing over and lapping up

Her inumerable fans and foes,

They were blue eyed green horns

And seasoned go getters

She enticed them , embraced them

compelled them to recognize

Her as true and blue blooded

Unthroned queen of glitteratty

With the beautiful hands of Gold

Unleashing  upon them

glamour and dreams so glitzy.

She had her low moments

which she dumped deep with elan

And chiseled out her high moments

And turned them in  gold.

making them sizzling and sensetional.

Wonder what she is up now
As she is getting bit of veteran.

But when I saw her on the tube,

Found her with her old fire

Stead fast with a pinch of ire

Standing here glittering there

As beautiful as a golden mare

Though didn't born with a silver spoon

The way She carried her pen
caused people to swoon

Mannequin of yesteryear, scene she ruled

But sleaze and vanity she just overruled.

Woman of words and person of letters

To lot of prying ones she gave jitters

Shobha de, who made her hay

When her star was shining

Refused to budge and carried a torch

With vengeance and venom

to deal with the scorch
she created with her intellectual blitz

True old lady with masterly craft

But hammered at grift and nasty graft.

The lovely lady of the house

With passel of sweetie pies

Making her hearth a heaven

For her big oldboy of hers

Making it all myth and lies

That he is  a just a coy

As he is her true master,

her guy forever.

Umesh Mitkar M 9820496253