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

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.

by Bijay Kant Dubey

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