Is It Possible? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When I see you all together here babe,
My heart never skipped a beat, tap,
One after another to feel the texture,
Silky, smooth, rough and velvety,
Gorgeous, you all my property,
Flowers bloomed for me to smell.
Checkered are you, later we drill,
Sizes are only three, strip the extras,
Laying you all on the table,
Spread my hands of fingers noble,
Hurting you is not my intention,
Here come the pieces of perfection,
Stay still for few more moments,
Let me join the bodies that lament,
Necks are folded and pressed,
Colored buttons make you finished,
You are individually wonderful,
When the girls pick to wear you,
You are the most beautiful,
Blouses from the tailors to the shops,
Uniformly same and no mishap,
When the women wear and walk,
The blouses acquire different shape.