Torn Jeans (Her Torn Jean) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Torn Jeans (Her Torn Jean)

None but
She tore it
Or got it torn from
The apparel.

In a clothing
Torn,
Patched and darned
Stood she so much desperately.

I wanted to read her mind
But could not,
A reading of hers
I could not.

None but
She tore it,
Bought it
Torn and tattered,
Darned and patched.

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