Passage (Arka Mukhopadhyay)

You settle in your window-seat,
Dior-coated, burgundy-streaked.

And if I am not wrong, the tag
Says 'Hidesign' on your bag.

The other details also say
'Here is a woman of today.'

Perhaps a fraction too loudly,
With determined effort, proudly.

And yet as the aeroplane slips
Down the tarmac, a finger grips

The locket with its pendant saint,
Your knuckles whitely intent.

--- (the rest on Caferati) ---


Would a woman wear Hidesign with Dior? Why not. Not everyone is dressed in head-to-toe designer. But perhaps that's too real - when you are making a point about what kind of woman she is.
Aside from that (and whether she would wear a pendant saint, which is again an odd choice, of jewellery), the poem's intent is pretty clear, and strongly worded.