Gone are the Days;
When Nature nurtured Innocence,
When Simplicity symbolised beauty.
When Chastity camouflaged impeccability.
When ingenuity stimulated Passion,
When expressions incarnated emotions.
When beauty bloomed into belles,
But NOW, just fervour and Passion,
The sinew of which remains Fashion.
Though conceived a freedom of expression ,
But turning into a Staunch Renaissance.
Making the Terrestrial globe a Colourful sensation.
Though just a current popular style,
Making the ostentatious manage a Smile,
Marked by a Distinctiveness
But among the Characteristic,
Few survive and the rest end in a mess,
Those staying, striking an Equilibrium,
Between change and balance,
Or persisting just by Chance!
Leading to an emulation,
Everyone following the same stimulation.
The long legged dames coming on the ramp,
Displaying the new within the Camp,
Breaking the barriers of expression,
With an Innocent and Glittering Aggression.
And that without a cessation.
But then everything is Limiting,
How long FASHION keeps dazzling.
The void might be there,
But someday, somehow,
It might fill up,
Creating a gradual fear,
And then a switch-over,
Simplicity AGAIN being the contingent cover.