Even when every argument of this world would reinforce the fact that attractive appearances add to productivity, I wouldn’t fear to be the only voice to disapprove it, happily. The synthetic and unreal delicacy will never make enough sense and would forever remain ‘the temporal wishful pretense’.
Look who’s here!
The one with fugacious devise
And a fleeting appearance
Marching the dutiful smile
You are received as the priority
Spoken fluently, sung easily
Loudly applauded, publicly acclaimed
The chosen one, the best fit for all
Sighing over the modish ways
Her unruly laughter continued to breathe
Astounded with the familiarity around
The cold breeze couldn’t blow the fire within
Sodality chose the pretty guise
An attractive illusion, scared of knowledge
Who would have judged?
Was anyone willing to accept the rise?
You fooled ‘em all, got tricked later
You saw everything, consuming oblivion
The bowl remained empty, robbed and dry
Reality ensued; the mirror didn’t lie
Her mug was full of jeers & tears
Insecurities vanished, she overcame her fear
Abstracted & lost, a voice was discovered
Conviction awarded, dignity recovered.