My
Hair!
My Hair, Cascaded with the summer wind; To welcome you from your voyage, My hair, Cropped to intensify the beauty of our love; When the winter sky personify our warm thoughts, Dripping while I come out of the tub, I rub them against you or you rub? My hair, Thrown back to redefine sexy, My eyes define the blue ocean and my hair the sea,
It was never! Never! like that,
I was downtrodden with the problem I had, And ‘beauty” I never dictated! I had hair which were done in bad taste, A small thread acts as a Razor blade! It tears apart with every comb, I regretted of me coming out of that womb, I cried in silence when I looked into the mirror, With few of them left I was crestfallen – utter horror. I was wild and rampaged every stores on earth, From the Dead Sea pack to the wild bark; From home remedy to prescription drugs, I was seeking for peace and peace I found at last!
I was
longing for love and love I found at last!
My hair,
Cropped
to intensify the beauty of our love;
My hair,
Gifted
and rejuvenated by the wonder of dove;
Knotted
to incarnate the school girl look,
Invigorated
and revitalized – Dove kept me
hooked,
My hair,
Made to a
bun and sometimes plaited;
Blooming
and beaming even when classic and outdated
My hair,
For me a
little secret I always share;
My hair
in super knots; with Dove I desire,
For
others - a gift from the heaven
And that was the end of my hair problems!
My hair,
Cropped
to intensify the beauty of our love;
When the
winter sky embody our warm thoughts,
My hair,
Styled to
resonate the moonlit night,
Penetrating
many a desirable man’s mind,
For me! A
little secret I always share;
My hair
with Dove - your desire,
For
others - a gift from the heaven
And that
was the end of my hair problems!
And that
was the end of my hair problems!
Shamsud
