Jeans Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The long legs that I have
Looked so tired today
In humidity fiber turned
Drenched soaked
In my every day struggle
To cover your legs
Hold your waist tight
For the chores of life to begin
Long slender look in front of the mirror
Ironed but now given up
With the invention of new fashions
Designer’s scissors
My legs cut short or long
To two legged piece of cloth
Made in the shape of human half
With a tee or a shirt full
The bust I adore in various combinations
The colors and the style
Tiring though the whole exercise of wearing
Everyday
Fanciful dreams as I am a counsel wise
For that pretty girl to look at you
Or make you feel younger
Agile and smart
My two long legs
And a belt up the waist
You own me so close for so long
I never betray you
Only when you have someone
More near and dear
Where I have carried you
I am your proud possession
You display my designer
But I am customized
For once you wear me
I have caught your odor
Or I sometimes catch
The odor of your love
I hold so many secretes
Holder of your hands
On the waist for your confident look
Or out on a date with that lovely girl
In the folds of my pocket
And when you push back your hands
For the wallet to pay for the bills
I add style and splendor to your physique
I have grown out of the gaudiness
Of the costumes of the times old
Wash me well
Wear me well
Tear me well
I am your friend indeed