A slight cut
sewn earlier,
now remains open.
Every cut
makes it more expensive.
Wearing the scars, visible,
unstitched,
few threads,
hang through the cuts and folds.
.
My love for denims
keep growing
even when they fade.
Washed and faded,
Torn and tattered,
Be it rough or smooth,
it feels comfortable
in denim surface.
.
Ripped jeans-
A trendy approach,
of the bare skin,
to the mindset,
of the humans
who keep ogling.
.
When you are
"Being a Roman when you are in Rome."
Ah, society becomes the judge,
of morals and values.
Out there secretly wishing
to be free.
Hearts remain the same,
How does it matter,
what do you wear?
a short, jeans, or a saree..
.
Oh dear,
Spare me,
Don't label me,
if you see me
in my ripped jeans.
-payalagarwal
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