Naked dancers on the street
Strippers even in the house of the maker.
And you call this modernity and fashion?
Indeed the whole saga begs clarity.
You walk half clothed; exposing contours
At the mercies of the devouring vultures
Mocking the very subtleness of your nature.
Your words lure flies from all corners
Your vulgarism naughtily your boldness.
Oh! How little would your feeble mind know
How these revered words carelessly thrown
Name you, a victim of inordinate pleasure.
Your steps mock the dignity of our ancestry
Prodigies of ugly trend;
Exposing the rivulets of your virginities
Selling your wares to unworthy buyers
In cornered street without mutual bargains.
Your major customers become "gluttony"
Men with unsuited personality and loose principles.
And you cry, ASSAULT!
When your accursed fashion directs their act.
Yes! The crime is a crime, no excuse
But the streets are flooded with thousand of naked souls
And uncensored minds
Urging them on and on
For an improper but " palatable" meal on the table of abuse.
Why don't we think of a change in our crazy fashion for stupid passion?
ReplyDeleteWhy can't we learn to use verbal hygiene?
Why can't we be men of great principles ?
We have got to behave well so that social malady of this kind can be nipped in the bud.
A Clarion to the players to think twice so to make themselves expensive and precious!!!
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