When Appuppa, my grandfather, meted out Destiny
Among my shades of lipsticks,
He gave me
One
– a Belgian Brown.

With a twist of a cap, 
A swipe;
My lips turn from normal
To pewter rich bold,

That measures out cues, laws, compassion, 
Ways, means and ends,
Rich in help in read and the write
To people .

Pride- Fame-wherewithals-love…..?
For the people?
For me?

My lipstick.
My lips!

Read mine!

That is what my grandfather meted out to me.