I prayed to the devil I prayed to the god
With scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword,
I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin small
Like the end of rome, my hairs did fall
For years they were fine, with the wind they were gone
Now i feel cold at the twilight I feel cold at the dawn
Thick and dark and little messy they were
Stranger I see, when I look at the mirror.
I recognise very much the agony. I think many of us have gone through something like this Being much older now, and having lost so many of my hairs all this agony looks a bit funny now. Enjoy your short haircut as much as you enjoyed your long hairs It is just a choice: we can fret about or just go on can count our blessings Excellent poem, a very poetic expression of a simple life event
I always feel that way after a hair cut. I'm smiling to myseff.
haircut............one of the worst nightmares for a school child.........
You are wonderful........Kanav...............a trivial thing it may look like but with your poetry it is dazzling with life.........
I feel good after a hair cut. makes me feel fresh and lite, a good write
I never thought you guys worried about hair but great that you do
kanav, is that why your hair hardly makes it into your photo on poemhunter? i used to have fairly short hair, but due to my newest wife's wishes my hair is quite long (and gray...not her wish necessarily) , especially in the back; she has trimmed the sides and front a few times. i really liked the comparison of your falling hair with rome. bri
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful! I loved the simile you used here! Kudos!