Ode To Monica Bellucci

Fancy fast cars on the motorway

Blue velvet scarf half covers her pretty face

A golden poodle trained to match her pace

She’s fond of men with cigars

But hates the smoke in her face

Wherever she goes, whatever she does

The besotted lot scramble hard to impress

The uptown lady though couldn’t care less

She’s used to being wooed with poise and grace

Flamboyance with her might leave no trace

Her hazel eyes speak of stories untold

Seasoned heartbreaker and yet more to unfold

Talk of the town is what she wears

I’ve seen many jealous wives copy the lady’s attire

Tailgating the lady machismo is no mean task

The husbands don’t complain even if it seems afar

On a dark blue night amidst the countless stars

No one can match Sirius, forever it shines so bright…

– Pushpender Rathee