Loss

You are not you- your "self"

your step, your stance is something else

a golden lace and a marbled face

silky hair, sporting ware

of glittering labels and branded fables

The moulded rhapsody

may be size-zero or a macho body

Sliding glaze fairness ablaze

So much and so many things to have

So much and so many things to be

Except the one that you are – your "self"

-LP

(this is an English version of my poem originally written in Hindi )