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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

The Oil Massage

Rating: 5.0
When she soffles my tangled hairs,
I could feel her warmth and love there,
very tenderly her fingers move to unravel the layers,
then she spill oil to massage with care.
Her soft experienced fingers moves everywhere,
lectures me to take hair care,
my headache vanishes with her tips shared.

She then ties a plait tight telling me-
It will improve my hair texture bright,
but I hate the way the oil drips,
soaks the pillow cover with its bliss,
hairs pressed together with a sober look,
but I want a curly model outlook,
that it would swing in the air to fall in my dimpled cheeks
and cover my lips with the shampooed hair! ! !
Lopamudra Mishra
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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COMMENTS
Unnikrishnan E S 28 October 2016
Hi Ms Mishra, Do I find a rebel in the poem?
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Dr Antony Theodore 14 March 2016
airs pressed together with a sober look, but I want a curly model outlook, that it would swing in the air to fall in my dimpled cheeks and cover my lips with the shampooed hair! ! ! marvelous work., you have a way of writing which is very attractive. words simply flow and the expression of what is in you. thank you very much. tony
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Edward Kofi Louis 14 October 2015
Nice work with the muse of love! Playing the role with the staus of the hair in your poem.
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Lopamudra Mishra 25 October 2015
Thank you..! ! ! !
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Vishal Sharma 14 October 2015
its a lovely poem over hair i like it very much
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Lopamudra Mishra 25 October 2015
thank you so much...
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