Grandpa used to wear a loin cloth like a ‘G’ string
Around his waist, hiding only his ‘very’ private parts.
It was Pa’s turn to start wearing a ‘dhoti’, over such
A ‘G’ string, since he wanted to cover his thighs also,
For modesty and etiquette, being a social animal.
I changed into wearing a ‘double’ dhoti smoother,
And flimsier, by the standard of snobs among us;
Leaving the upper limbs naked, and appealing.
My son took to wearing pants to change it.
Then my grandson cut its length and made
A shorter version and called it ‘Bermuda”.
[A British Overseas Territory, where they *
Approve it as an official dress and worn by
The Army as appropriate uniform in tropics.]
May be his son will wear only
an underwear or ‘brief’;
And his grandson may even refuse
to wear anything
As attire, and go stark naked,
all the way; all the time.
History repeats and resurrects itself,
and time stands still.
Only life and costumes change its courses.