BALD

I didnt need shampoo to clean my scalp; instead a glass of

tainted water could excellently do the job,
On the other hand you required tones of bubbly froth to cleanse
your hair; evacuate the petulant granules of dandruff neatly
entrapped between your follicles.
I didnt need gleaming hair oil to smear on my head; all I had to
do was clap it loudly with my bohemian palms,
On the other hand you required swanky ointments; antiseptic
creams to keep the
conglomerate of your hair well in place.
I didnt need scintillating scissors to use on my scalp; it would
appear wholesomely ludicrous even if I held one in close
proximity with it,
On the other hand you required a plethora of sharp instruments;
pairs of intricate razors; in order to occasionally trim the unruly
tentacles of your hair.
I didnt need a brush to part my scalp; as it nimbly obliged to my
scrubbing it with a dust cloth,
On the other hand you required a luxuriously serrated comb; to
Meticulously
entangle the incorrigible knots formed in your long hair.
I didnt need to camouflage my scalp with a taut piece of cloth
every time I
ventured out; as there was no danger of the wind blowing it
away,
On the other hand you required to embellish yourself with a
grandiloquent cap;
a host of flapping sunshades; in order to ensure that the thin
wisps of your
hair didnt rip apart with the tenacious breeze.
I didnt need to incessantly browse my hands through my scalp;
while attending
pompous parties,
On the other hand you required to sporadically run your fingers
against your

cuticles; making sure that they remained stringently aligned.

I didnt need to wash my scalp after bathing in the saline ocean;
instead let
it to dry over a natural course of time,
On the other hand it was inevitable for you to stand beneath a
steaming shower; to annihilate all the poignant salt trapped in
your greasy hair.
I didnt need to consume a battalion of salubrious vitamins to
make my scalp
glisten; simply standing under the blazing sun itself; granted it
an enchanting shine,
On the other hand you desperately required to procure every
tonic available in
the market; to impregnate an artificial luster in your lifeless hair.
I didnt need to submerge my scalp into ravishing cologne to get
noticed;
people profoundly admired the openness of my head wherever I
went,
On the other hand you used to apply the most enticing of gel on
your lackadaisical hair; and yet remained unnoticed.
I didnt need to coat my scalp with black chemicals;
intermittently apply a
blend of paint and water to keep it in shape,
On the other hand you were exorbitantly conscious about the
greyness in your
hair; painting it with brilliant dye; remained busy all day trying
to pluck the
insipid strands of white.
Therefore it is my earnest prayer to you O! omnipresent Creator;
to create me
without hair for the next 100 births; if I fortunately took birth on
this soil as man,
For I considered myself infinite times luckier to remain bald;
than suffer
from the unrelenting tyranny of possessing clusters of bushy
hair.