I wrote this poem on the prompt by the same name given by the Fb group ‘TSL’ in April . Its based on an experience I had on our last day of shopping in March this year, after which the malls closed.

For those who do not know when ‘Ripped jeans’ came into being and what they signified, you can read it here Ripped Jeans- the history Now read the poem and let me know what you think.

A high-end store
Sliding glass door
Bright spotlights, shiny marble tiles
Hanging and folded in neat piles
Along the aisles
Are jeans in every  style- Flair, boot-cut, skinny
Straight, boyfriend, cropped and baggy
Black, grey, white, peach, sap green shade
And blue- once, an identifier of a man's trade!

"It's the jean festival," the salesgirl beams
"This here is a hot-seller," her eye gleams

Pointing to a pair with a gaping hole
That costs the price of many whole
"Distressed!" she says, "This one, Ma'am."
"Oh! That I most certainly am!"
I say, looking at the price tag
For something that looks like a rag
 'No way I'll pay for something that's torn-
That looks dilapidated and worn!'
"Ripped jeans- they're all the rage," she says, trying  to explain
But it’s all in vain

My mind is shut,  I pick one out of the lot-  threadbare!
At the knee, I can’t help but stare.

There's another that's shredded at the thigh
I wonder why
Anyone would especially pay
For what the poor man wears  every  day!
Wouldn't be easier to wear a pair of shorts
Or perhaps scotts?
"That one is is designer." 
She quips, not giving up, "It’s not made with the laser
But hand-cut specifically.”
And I’m thinking ‘Really!

All I see is a glaring tear
Invented in the seventies to say, ‘We dare!’

Tell me what it stands for now though
So I’ll be convinced to part with my dough
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no conservative
I’m a liberal, not stuck up; but it’s imperative
I understand this fad
Before I buy jeans that are sad!
‘Distressed Ma’am, Not sad,’ she says, pointing to the stack
As I pick up Mom jeans from the rack.

Copyright@Smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights Reserved.

Posted by:Smitha V

A banker by profession, a blogger by choice, a poet by accident, and an artist at heart. Imperfectly perfect - that's me. Welcome to my world!

12 replies on “Ripped Jeans

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.