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| In the Beauty salon |
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In the Beauty salon
Rosa Chers
After the tinkling bell
Zara enters
'A quick trim'
She demands
She takes a seat
And behind her I stand
I finger her locks
Blonde, smooth, straight
Silky in my hands
A scissor's bait
I imagine with long
These locks for display
for someone else to wear
Who has a lot to pay
Slowly, I start snipping
A lock floats away
Cutting ALL the hair
Was a resistance to stay.
But I had to! Had to!
I could restrain myself no more
I needed those gold locks
Resisting was a chore
I cut more, and more
Longer locks fall
voila I finished
And Zara was bald.
'Oh no!' I thought
'Zara lost her hair!'
And when she finds out
She's going to be a scare
Sure enough, soon
Zara turns around
Lifts a hand to feel her head
Guess what she found!
'My hair!' She screams
'Oh no! Why!'
She starts a melodrama
To scream a lot and cry.
Meghna Ranjit
VIII C,
Bhavans Rajaji Vidyashram
Chennai.
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mehroze
26-Dec-2009
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your poem is lovely.
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abhignya
29-May-2010
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Really nice Meghna.
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