Nikhil Parekh

Rookie - 488 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Whisky Complexioned Hair Wig - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I WAS BORN with a thick shock of curly hair,
silky strands of light brown cascading down my scalp,
broad outlines of eyebrow fringe,
they were my pride, cuddled on infinite occasions by my
glistening in sunshine like pure black shoe polish
caressing minute regions of my skull in breeze blowing
with high velocity,
mingling once in a while with the delicate periphery
of my inverted eyelash,
sighted as a puffed bunch of dark cushion by all in
close proximity,
I always kept my hair shampooed and meticulously
sobbed hysterically in private interiors of my room,
when a cluster of school mates harmlessly plucked a
I was obsessed with the concept of evergreen hair
slept all night with tight fitted shower cap clinging
to my garden of hair.

Those whirlwind days of youth had now faded,
unwanted vigils of old age had crept in at amazing
bald patches of skin now sparkled in sunlight,
resembled rich quality pure wax in pearly light of the
the hair which once inhabited my scalp,
now lay dumped, perhaps under stagnant waters of the
city sewer,
repetitive attempts of washing,
scrubbing, oiling, applying medicinal balm had
proven futile,
I had finally succumbed to the tyranny of fate,
nevertheless I still had fluffy fibers of ant red
which neither budged nor moved an inch,
projecting pompously from the artificial
plastic of my whisky complexioned wig. 

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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