When We Forgot The Mirror Poem by Radha Vaani

I've seen our culture torn and tossed,
In chasing trends, our roots are lost.
Yes, I wear the Western dress,
But carry my soul with no less grace.

I travelled far, and what I saw—
A bride, in boldness, stripped the law
Of modesty, in fashion's name,
While Western hearts chant Sanatan's flame.

We trade our pride for fleeting style,
Lose heritage with every mile.
The bindi, sindoor, kajal's charm—
Now live in frames, far from our arms.

What once adorned with quiet pride,
Now fades away—pushed aside.
And as we mimic foreign ways,
They seek our truth in ancient rays.