Madam Vanity...! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Born a cute baby, and grew into a child
Doted, caressed, fondled, ranted and taught
Amid all things curious and distraught
In the playful world, sensitive, sober and wild




Hectic days glided, nay flew fast away
Before some composed, false serenity
Took her over and shaped with vanity
She felt she would outwit Venus any day







So was she neat and perfect in all
Beauty, wit and wisdom put together
And to fly high needed wings of feather
" Angel "that was how they chose her to call




She inclined to live a recluse-all alone,
Centred in Self, caring for pelf and power;
Smiling at all the challenges, blooming like a perfect flower
Bluffing and flattery make her put up a face of Stone




Obscure and gone into the distant oblivion now,
She has flourished and vigorous, up in the latest Fashion
"Glory and Glamour "are her Worthiness, living a life of Compassion
Confidence is her jewel, straightforward, dare not tell anybody why And how.?





Truly some attribute lives deep down
In the recesses of lively human form
That can make others feel warm
And comeback to smiles, casting off frown.