A Story Of Elegance Poem by Sumita Jetley

He walked in quiet, but his presence spoke,
Through the threads of his suit, his style bespoke.
A crisp white shirt with a subtle sheen,
Tailored perfection—sharp, yet serene.

The shoes he wore seemed to tell a tale,
Of craftsmanship rare, no detail frail.
A pocket square, folded with care,
Whispered a charm beyond compare.

It wasn't just fashion, but something more,
An essence of class, a style I adore.
Elegance lived in the way he stood,
Effortless grace, understood.

And though this man is but a dream,
A manifestation, a hopeful gleam,
Someday I'll see that perfect attire,
And smile, knowing it's all I require.

For now, I'll share this story with glee,
A tale of style, of what could be.