She sat on the chair,
Half inclined to turn and run,
The white reflected in the mirror
Her tresses golden and amber.
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How a girl bursts out when she loses her shingles golden tresses is pictorially described! . Excellent poem in brief lines.
o the regret, the grievance has been eradicated by the loving smile of mother; the motherly love can cure everything//// beautiful poem penned
Well conceived and elegantly penned. Beautiful rendition of words in a passionate piece appealingly expressed with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Jaishree and do remain enriched.
Hi Ms Jaishree, Loved reading the poem on shingled hair and the comfort we seek in the mother's aanchal.Life is like that and that is how we grow up- taking the responsibility of all our deeds. Only we need a mother's love to soothe the emotions. Beautifully penned.
Hair don't grow fast. Natural beauty is enough. Trying for artificial beauty kill the natural one. Great poem. Liked a lot.
Hair don't grow fast. Natural beauty is enough. Trying for artificial beauty kill the natural one. Great poem.
This ability to create a beautiful poem out of an ordinary incident is commendable. Yes, the last line is indeed philosophical.
So mundane a theme developed into a beautiful poem. Well done.
with the hairdresser.......a typical poem nicely described..
Wow.. That was amazing.. So poignant about cutting ones tresses... So beautifully written.
A lovely penning about how a child thinks and laments , specially when her so loving hairs were cut, of corse at the end her mother comforted her with a motherly affectionate smile. Enjoyed reading.
Beautifully penned it made me both laugh and cry great write
I can only imagine how someone would feel cutting their hair and regreting it...A reality poem, love it.....
An interesting poem! Mothers are always the best welcoming their daughters with such warmth. Tears of regret so well handled by the Mother's smile and words of great comfort -It will grow, my love!
I also wrote two poems of regret over a woman's long hair being cut, but for a different reason: she was preparing to undergo chemotherapy. See my poems: QUESTION FOR A WINDOW GAZER and AN ANSWER TO A WINDOW GAZER.