Aswathi M P
Hair Spa(M) - Poem by Aswathi M P
For the first time,
Pursued the spam of the name board “spa”,
Persuaded the spa’s men to have a spa
For no threat of hair fall,
“Let’s trim your hair, according to
Your capital’s standard, ” one cracked a joke;
Or else “wave” or shave and “weave”!
Ignorance of innocence
Rings the bells of her man, to ask wave or weave;
The “N” of no burned his throat.
“How dare she”, to wave my property before the spamen
“ For what” sparkled immediately,
‘no more hair on marble floor,
under your feet
no more hair in Sambar,
no more itching hair in between us, happy!
“Have pig tails, for this time”,
“HAVE P-I-G T-A-I-L-S”
’if it on marble
, in your lunch box,
in between me and my destiny? '
For the first time he thought only about himself.
Topic(s) of this poem: reality
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