Fashion Week: A Poem

Flashing smiles,
Dazzling words,
Hallucinating moves,
The sweet is curd.

Un-kept, hidden secrets,
And veiled selves.
Every heart
Is left on the shelves.


And left behind,
The dark boys and the girls.
This phenomenon
Goes around the world.


Marching on the road,
Showing everything false.
Even the inner beauty.
Here comes the walk,


Of which they talk.
Leaving the ones in dark,
Only Lower.
What you want.