"You look horrible in this dress", I was told,
Disowningly laughed it off with scorn,
With detachment and authority I thundered,
"It is the dress that covers, and not me within."
"You are kind-hearted and benevolent", I was told,
Apparently modest, but feeling deservedly happy within,
With attachment and usurping the spirit inside
Though I am just the dress for the spirit and real "I" inside
