Malls are magical places
Corridors upon corridors that we stumble upon
Are like the Labyrinth
Too many shops for clothing
Which can rival the clothing of Aphrodite, goddess of beauty
The virtual video games that take you to another dimension
The theatre shrouded with curtains and moving pictures
All like the work of Hephaestus, god of crafts
Stalls and restaurants of food
(Try chicken popcorn at K.F.C, it’s good)
All having different smells being cast to your nose
Designed to magically mesmerize you
And trap you there forever
Or until you run out of cash
Waitresses in shops that sell toys
Have the silver tongue of Medea
And although adults are immune
Children aren’t so lucky
For toys have a spell that attracts them
Which, in turn gravitates dollars towards them
Ingenious really, for adults can resist the charm of toys
But not the charm of children
Mall is an evil, evil place
Disguised with its luxuries and charm
Created to vacuum your money
And unfortunately, now I am a victim too
For I think that it’s the best place in the world
Hi Harshita. Good to hear from you. Hope you’re well.
this is a beautiful poem
Thank You