Sorry Sir, You Cut Not My Poetical Beards Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sorry sir, you cut not, cut not please
My poetical beards
As may cease to remain a poet
And my poetry will die a very poor death.

Just for poetry's sake, cut not my beards,
My beards not for to be suspected,
Though may be unkempt,
But not dangerous at all.

You destroy not the talent,
The talent within,
Which but know you not,
But my beards the source of my inspiration.

Sir, a minute, hold the scissors please,
Call not the barber,
My beards rare and priceless,
The source and origin of my poetry.