Jejune Cutting Poem by Neeraj Mishra

Jejune Cutting



That uncle is not good really.
After tag my neck with a towel,
He bends my neck again and again.
He cuts my innocent unkempt hair.
Curly thoughts yearn after fall down on floor.
He brush a razor on the both corners of my neck.
I feel a lot of pain.
He doesn't understand my problem.
He spoils my hairstyle,
And my friends call me jejune.
That uncle is not good really..
He cheats everyone.
Keeps empty covers of popular products into his showcase.
Tapes the posters of Aamir Khan, Amitabh and Salman
On the wall of his shop.
But cut the hair same of everyone.
He makes everyone jejune through his jejune cutting.
That uncle is not good really.

Sunday, August 30, 2015
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Neeraj Mishra 07 April 2016

Hahaha thanks for attention kelly..

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Kelly Kurt 30 August 2015

He sounds like a terrible uncle. I wish you peace, Neeraj

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Neeraj Mishra 30 August 2015

oh thanks Kelly.. It's a poem which I wrote in childhood. When my father force me for hair cutting on Sundays.. overall thanks for your attention..

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