A Fashion Designer I, Saying, It's My Style Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A Fashion Designer I, Saying, It's My Style



A fashion designer
Want I to be,
But don't worry,
I shall become
On my own
Resources.

A torn jeans,
Patched and darned is ready,
To be worn by me
With the goggles,
If not available
Then the toy glasses will do
And my boots,
Don't bother you.

No tension for this,
Take you not,
My eldest brother's
Old and hanging boots,
Abandoned so long,
I am ready to wear it,
A fashion designer,
In the shirt of my grandfather
And the pants of my brother.

A fashion designer I,
It's my style.

Thursday, November 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Vaishnavi 29 June 2022

Can i get ryming scheme of the poem

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Vaishnavi 29 June 2022

Can i get ryming scheme of this poem

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