You feel like a champ,
Others lavishing me with their praise!
You certainly deserve to feel great,
So pamper yourself!
Be in velvet chudidar, with hair hiding the cheeks,
Be in saree and blouse, with hair loosely knotted into a bun,
Be in half saree and blouse, with hair tightly plaited,
Or be in any fashion that comes into being,
Pursued yet never found,
The most telling indicator is always my hair,
Flying off wildly in every direction,
As if to mimic my fiery hormones!
But the tangles are too many,
Grabbing fistfuls of my wind-kissed hair,
Beating them into submission,
Running her fingers through my hair,
With all her tools of manipulation,
Sculpting against my roots,
Fighting back, my mane billows in the wind!
Just like my spirit; free!
Just you and I! ;)