I loved Joe

I loved Joe

I loved the simplicity of Joe

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You are laid in rows

Instead of the horror of capitalism,

my eyes are focused on a color spectrum

and the depth of femininity

Your feet are uncovered a bit

through the gamut of rainbow color sarees,

showing cracked, lifeless toes

that had been holding the weight of life

till this unforseen end

My eyes and fingertips

searched for your mistakes

whenever I bought Joe……..

I demanded for perfection

for each penny I paid

Your hands might tremble in exhaustion

while your wedding rings were hurt by needles

forcing you to sell your last gold

That exact day,

you might miss one thread,

in the collar button of Joe

leaving me a chance to value

the quality of your craftsmanship

I chose my Joe in sad colors

I found it elegant

I found it exquisite

Hadn’t you viewed your pain in colors

I wouldn’t have enjoyed your sorrows

by letting it touch my skin

under the elusive shades of Joe

I used to love Joe

I used to love the simplicity of Joe

2013

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“Bodies of victims of a building collapse lie numbered in a row in Savar, near Dhaka, Bangladesh, Wednesday, April 24, 2013. An eight-story building housing several garment factories collapsed near Bangladesh’s capital on Wednesday, killing dozens of people and trapping many more under a jumbled mess of concrete. Rescuers tried to cut through the debris with earthmovers, drilling machines and their bare hands.” stamfordadvocate.com

Among other western brands, the brand Joe Fresh is found in the collapsed building.

(Photo: A.M.Ahad, stamfordadvocate.com)

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I loved Joe