I saw a store with mannequins
Sometimes ethnic, sometimes dandy
Standing at bay.
I feel,We human are like mannequin
Everyday a new look ,a new recognition..
We run in fast pace aping others
We forget our identity and lose conscience.
When we look back and look at us
We are not the same as past..
We are stranger for the people of past
They are stranger for us.
We have changed ourselves as mannequin
Covered ourselves with a new attire..
Our identity lost, with the passing time
Which carried clouds of change.
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