Ever since I was a kid,

I had a dream,

I really wanted to have long hair,

Very Very long hair.

 

I found it really cool,

But sadly it was…

Not allowed in my school.

 

Everytime my hair

touched my ears,

My teacher used to force me to cut it…

and even said that my hair was like a grizzly bear.

 

I tried to explain it to her that,

I don’t see a negative point in having big hair

Any interference by school

is so not fair.

 

It’s ironic actually,

that certain things we do

in the name of discipline

are so very contradictory…

We iron our shirts…to look good.

And we cut our hair…to (er…according to me) not look good.

 

India is a democracy,

And forcing any child to…

cut his hair is a blatant violation of that very Democracy…

There’s more I have to say,

But that’d be in my next post…

 

Anyways, concluding the poem

I’d say

This rule is a son of a nut…

What’s the friggin’ point in having a haircut.

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