We the ultra fashionable people Poem by Neerav Patel

we are a fashionable caste
or tribe you may call:

our forefather Mayo Dhed
had a shirt of 3 sleeves,

his father had a shroud as his shirt
and his father wore a shirt of his own skin.

i am no less fashionable -
just got a pocketless, sleeveless, buttonless
Peter England, the second
from the mall road pavements i sweep.

i flaunt it like Salman Khan,
the bare chested Bollywood hero.
every high caste girl is tempted to pay her respects
to the label of the lords,
but without touching my collar-bone.

Our shirt has a song to sing
of bizarre fashions.