The Passionate Fashion World

a poem by Anil Kumar V

Material girl displayed her catwalk so cool,
on a black gown made of the finest wool.
She wore blue-lined slippers for cold,
with buckles of the purest gold.

Fashion, not just made of fabrics,
there comes the green salad fashion,
its said to be our oldest passion.
For her, a red chilli necklace and
a breast plate of drumsticks.

Four seasons of fashion is our passion.
Sweet spring, full of printed flower blankets,
Bright summer, world full of cotton garments.
Autumn and Winter, fashion of noon-tide ocean.

After all this is a passionate fashion world,
for fashioners, the stage is all the world.