A distant dream sometimes comes along,
to remind me of a glorious past.
When the winds blew playfully through my thick mane,
And the admiration would so forever last.
But now is an era of blades & creams,
An arduous task, boring as hell it seems….
Staring at my reflection in the mirror i wonder,
What if I don’t shave today, would it be a blunder?
Conditioned by society, driven by rules,
A corporate junkie must shave, a stubble is for fools…
As I reach out to my Mach-5 (oh yes, i go for the very best!),
My cheeks silently scream, but to no avail, the razor is in full zest!
Lo behold, the swords come down like a lightning strike,
A bloodshed ensues, as the mighty warriors put up a fight,
Their fate sealed, they wither away in the silent oblivion,
Their future generations awaiting the same fate, come morning sun.
As I forego those days of bouncing scalp hair,
A tragedy unfolds to a new regime of skin care,
This new reality worries me non-stop…
Now I use more shampoo on the side than on top!!
Creative Inputs by: Vije Vijendranath
The prequel –
Coming soon – The HAIR Ultimatum: The BALD Truth.