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and beaming even when classic and outdated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