poem-I adore the girl in jeans

I Adore The Girl in Jeans

I adore the girl in jeans.
She strolls with men,
Moves fast like men.
Like men she observes time,
Like men she has political acumen,
She is a polyglot.

I like the jeans clad girl.
She sits as she wish.
Sometimes,one leg atop the other,
Sometimes, with legs placed wide open.
But she looked lovely,when
She sits with her legs, one top of the other.

I fancy the jeans sported girl.
She thwarted my male look
With a'no' ,boy 'no',
' Let the world change', she said,
For an 'I love you'.

I prefer the girl in jeans.
Her proud bosom, naughty butts.
If you are in for a pass at her,
In a crowded bus,
Be sure that your genitals'll suffer.

I revere the girl in jeans.
She had her hair cropped up to her shoulders.
Dandruff,conditioners, hair driers
Plaited hair,lice,shampoo ads
Have no say in her.
So was the flowery adjectives of poets.
Her hair escapes from them,
And fills the flamboyant sky.

Midnight.
Coimbatore,
100 feet road.
While watching the stars
In the open terrace,
With the girl in jeans;
When I took liberty to grab her towards me,
Her firm palms,smothered
My cheeks, with a bang.
The little occurrence made me scribble this.

Let me share a secret.
I like shy,silkskirt worn,sari clad damsels only.
Not girls in jeans.

'Never believe men who preaches progress'.

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