I say, many a time-
This' all, bogus thoughts…
I must put a full stop!
Even then, at occasions,
I stand before the mirror.
How can I go out being like a beard bloom?
I definitely need to cut the same…
If I hold the glass
A round face with silky hair,
Teeth resembling pomegranate grains
And chalk-like arms appear.
However, the left eye remains on the left;
It's a matter of science which I often forget.
Oh! My goodness! What a mad-fellow I am!
Thus, many times in a week,
I hold razor and shave
Putting a shaving cream.
Thereafter, use the AFTER SHAVE.
Truly speaking, never I see a full image.
It's only- the BETTER HALF.
(Dated:16-09- 2017) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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