Hair Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Hair

Rating: 5.0


Hair styles
Hair colors
Hairdos
Hairfall
Blonde
Brunette
Redhead
Grey
Or just black

A few strands of which
I found in her comb
In one untravelled recess of wardrobe
An untouched memento
From past two decades
Not graying
Not growing
Undeclined
Undestroyed

black and thick

the only relic

for her son!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Japan 11 September 2018

Hi all

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Susy Evelyne 08 January 2014

As Valsa says, your poem suddenly deepens into a very moving end. In the wardrobe you found treasure, and in simple words you express a beautiful tribute.

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Valsa George 08 January 2014

The hair is a reminder of a joy gone, I fear! From a casual tone, the poem suddenly takes a serious tone and culminates in pathos! A great write!

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