Everything,
It seems,
Is either wrapped in reams
Of glossy paper,
Or sealed in flashy containers,
Or packaged
In sleek bags
Or validated
By branded labels
I’ve sometimes wondered
How far the lines are blurred
Between false trimmings
And true spirit
Am I not easily sold
On fool’s gold,
Duped by glamour and style,
Image and guile?
In fact,
How far have I lost my way
In the mirror maze
Of a synthetic age?
Fatema Valji (@fatemavaljipoetry)
Author of ‘Who am I? A Collection of Reflective Poems’
Published by Sun Behind the Cloud
