There's this similarity with all the girls,
They want perfection in 2 things to unfurl.
First a set of 32 sparkling pearls
& secondly the ever so important manageable curls.
Being a girl, I noticed my curls dancing all over
Just when I had to meet my boss whose a pushover.
Help my curls...my inner voice called out
In this workspace I dare not shout.
I opened my purse
Let out an inaudible curse.
Hell, where was my pink little hair brush?
Did I have to lose it in this rush?
I decided to beg, borrow or steal
Well stealing a comb didn't seem like a fair deal.
I went around to ask for a comb,
No one lent me one, far and wide I did roam.
The search was going nowhere
I would have to attend the meeting with this messy hair.
Just then my co-worker walked by, she had something to say
I shooed her away in urgency and said tell me whatever at the end of the day.
Walking out of my room, i could feel everyone's stare
I wanted to become invisble or fly away somewhere.
They were glancing my way and laughing
To not-give-a-damn that's what i was faking.
But deep in my heart I was perturbed
Before this importnat meeting i was disturbed.
If only i could find my pink little comb,
Call me obsessed but I can't get over this perfect hair syndrome.
I entered the elevator, and pressed floor no. six
Turning towards the mirror, my tubelight did click.
'Eureka, i found it', the truth came out bare
I saw my pink little comb stuck between my hair.
May be this is what my co-worker was wanting to tell,
May be this was why I got all those stares,
Maybe this was what people were amused at,
After this discovery my pride fell flat!
Pulling out the comb, my cheeks went pink
To this futile chase even my conscience couldn't help but wink.
My pink little comb was no more a mystery
But this stupidity of mine would certainly go down in history.
PREETI DATAR
(13 April 2006)
THE WIT DOTH TOPPLE ME SENSE OF HUMOR MUCH, LASSIE... GREAT WRITE...YOUR POETIC DIVERSITY IS AMAZING FOR SUCH AYOUNG LADY...THE WORLD SHALL BE YOURS ONE DAY, , , (LITERARILLY SPEAKING ''''''''''''''FRANK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was wondering... why did anyone not vote for this one? ? This one is truly hilarious. Preeti, you write like an angel. It needs a very special talent to pen down a comical situation in the poem format.. and you have done that with so much ease - that reflects the immense talent that you have within you. The narration was just so perfect... the way you have lined up or built up the situations.... astounding. STANDING OVATION! !