Fashion sets the world afire
winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
Taste and finesse to the pyre
fancied name tag has a ball.
Christian Dior sets a trend
the girls in India lap it up!
Cochin to Calcutta, from end to end
the style doth rage, all-a gallup.
It’s ‘in’ to have a mud pack
and to have your face dyed.
It’s ‘in’ to paint your lips black
suits you or not, join the big ride.
Once upon a time, in bygone days
‘twas right to look good, but that wasn’t all.
Wear a bright smile, the code book says
sincere and straight, you’ll stand tall.
Parallels or bermudas, chudithar or saree
drape yourself well with selfless love.
On trivia and tinsels, why do you tarry
life is too precious, ain’t it by Jove?