I hadn’t even the foggiest notion,
That one day this world would be ruled
By this craziest thing called “fashion”
Gone are the days of “Namaste Ji”,
Here in this age they say, “Long time, no see”! !
“I’d look damn good, ” they brag,
In this insipid thing, I discern as a ‘torn-rag’!
They vouch they’d be the cynosure in the Jeans called, ‘Lee Cooper’.
And they almost drown themselves in the perfume, Baccarose’s ‘Copper’.
These kids! ! ! They zoom in a Maruti Van,
And they consider themselves a Macho,
If they ever happen to possess a ‘Ray-Ban’!
Someone talk some sense into these kids
That these are just transitory trend-setters
And that they will, one day, fade away
As the time, into the past, slips away!
--Rajesh G Pandharpurkar
© RGP Creations
[16-December-1994: Friday]
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