Fashion

a poem by Jayant Sharma

An ablution of the older view,
an abandonment of what was once ‘new’;
the criterion that has future in too,
“fashion” makes ‘change-law’ to accrue.

Latest trends are the acoustics,
majority-power forms the basis;
zooming ahead step by step,
“fashion” has abysmal depth.

Anti to superstitions,
forcing induction on teen-generations;
our soul has beauty but external is human,
“fashion” is that external’s beautician.

A tomorrow for today,
has always something ‘new’ to say;
striking bull’s-eye everyday,
will “fashion” have a horizon anyway?