The World Of Fads Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

To arrive well on to the scene,
You take denim jeans newly born,
And make them look worn out and torn.
But if time-caused tears tell their age,
You might lose your social image,
And your aura would suffer dent.
Along fashion's fine discernment,
Committed you've a tasteless sin.
Or if your dress is stitched together—
Not designed— to add finest feather,
Or if you're seen in same dress twice,
Christ, heavily cast is your dice,
Gaffes have filled up your faux pas' pot,
In world of fads, hell comes loose if you're caught.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 05.06.18 |