She was a tad darker for a conventionally pretty lady,

Optimistic, atop a glass shelf she found her remedy.

The smooth and soft lube of cream left her skin not only supple,

But also cut the melanin synthesis, puncturing her inferiority bubble…

The market tasted success and expanded its magic,

Indiscriminatingly, it welcomed all genders’ traffic.

Tiny molecules gushing in our veins hold the power,

How red will the blood appear – it controls without an error.

Monitoring the levels of iron is the first step in the equation,

It further affects the haemoglobin that carries oxygen infusion.

So if you spot that the red of your blood is seemingly off,

External supplements might just be the apt face-off.

Likewise, I can change, too, the colour of my hair,

Blonde, brunette, noirette or a redhead – I couldn’t care!

Shades of blue, green, brown and grey are available for my pick,

Bottomless black I can alter my eyes to with the lenses’ trick!

Any of the above could help me transform my personality flawlessly,

However, will this change bring a change to who I am consciously?

A calcium dose will be administered if you break a bone.

What will you take to treat a heart broken and torn?

What good is a fair skin when inside lies a dark heart?

Whatever colour the crown, is the head an idea’s cart?

Can you inject compassion however advanced science gets?

Thawing a cold heart or stirring a conscience will be unlaid bets!

Why, God help us all, do we incline towards the outside…?

Why not look past the temporary and honour the intangible inside?

How fantastic will it be if we spent more time away from mirrors…!

We actually open the books instead of fretting about their covers.

While we impart values and education to the next generation dutifully,

Incredible it’d be if we also teach them to know and not just judge people conditionally!