Treasure Island

Athul KrishnaA

(17th august 1997 / Kottayam, Kerala)

50 Hair


Not alive when born
But born when grown*

Black when born
White when old

from time to time sticking up
from time to time Lying lazy

from buddy to buddy very strict
from buddy to buddy very loving
from buddy to buddy very Fiersome

Do you know who i am?
I am none other than

The very common hair!

(*When a baby is born it has no hair. But while growing up, it gets the hair)

Submitted: Thursday, May 08, 2008

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