My Favourite Pair Of Jeans Poem by Priyankita Kar

Owned many pairs of jeans,
Different fits and shades,
Some were single toned,
Some were fades.

Invested time to love,
Had them ever clad,
Pretended they were snug,
Even pretended to be glad.

With each outing, I
Remembered my favourite jeans,
Priceless it was,
Few know what it means.

Best that i could own,
Felt like my broken atom,
Completed my looks on all occasions,
Ours was the perfect amalgam.

Sneaked into old trunks,
In hope to find, mine,
Though I found it easily,
Didn't fit like old time.

My jeans still hang
On the wall now, forever,
I see, I indulge, I cry,
I can't wear it, no, never.

Cling on to it till I can,
Yes, I can for endless,
It's my perfect, favourite pair of jeans,
No worries if it's a menace.