Pretty bows on lovely dresses,
Bounces and flounces and radiant tresses,
Pastel colours with vivid splashes,
Girding tiny waists some satiny sashes.

Clad in rosy velvet gowns,
Cascading with a brilliance that astounds,
Flowers and ferns fashion Nature,
Giving it an ethereal stature.

Tall trees observers wise,
Testimony to time that flies.
Clouds edged with silver trimming,
Turquoise lakes with water brimming.

Nature’s modes of fashion has man long known,
Styling himself, with dazzling garments shorn.
Minis, gowns, trousers, bands,
Variety, variance, differences fanned.

Just like a rainbow crowning the sky,
Highlighting the horizon’s expanse so high,
Fashion experts, couture houses strive,
To bring the beauty of the human form alive.

Like the rising sun on the desert sand
A dot of orange on a forehead bland.
The clouds that swirl around in strange shapes,
Lacy dresses which feminine figures drape.

Kurtas flowing loosely or churidars tight,
Fashion must complement not give a fright.
Wearing what brings out one’s essential essence,
Dressing up requires some important lessons.

Why overdo and pile oneself up,
With jewellery, makeup and all that stuff.
There is a quieter, subtler way,
Like the morning rays which light the day