~Pujan Roka~
I sit in the barber’s chair
with a grin.
My hair has grown quite long,
not too long,
yet it bothers me.
I look at the mirror;
Need a little cut here
and a little cut there.
Finally, after a few days wait,
I am sitting in the barber’s chair.
I grin,
the barber grins.
Another hair-cut,
another tell-tale from my barber.
This time it’s different.
The barber awaits another client
after my turn.
It’s a young boy, he says,
a high school kid.
The barber looks anxious.
What about the kid, I ask;
The barber stops his scissors,
and stoops his head;
He says,
the kid’s got leukemia.
The same seat,
the same barber,
a different client,
a different tell-tale
makes both of us pale.
I get back home
and look at the mirror.
I wonder –
how important is a hair-cut.
(Source : Suskera.com )
