A screen on the wall
A picture on buildings tall
To the heart doth call
Till our feet stall

A beauty with a smile behold
A story of a product unfold
A lie in cloaked by truth untold
Till by our greed sold

Played for the human charm
Leading the heart to warm
Unknown to desire in heart born
Useless after the wrapper torn

A crying child in the street
An embarrassed parents defeat
A guilt wrapped treat
Tempting addictive defeat

Eden had a tempting tree
Our stores give it free
Oh why doth not our feet flee
Advertisement an adversetisement to be

Ajit