Human hairs play a very vital role in our life and love. In all most every literaturewe can find Poems, stories and plays and articles highlighting the importance and role of hairs in our life. This Poem describe what role hairs have played in the history of mankind, ever since we have started putting them in black and white. The Poem was originally written and placed by me in October 2010 but I have made some changes in it and am placing it again as the revised version of the earlier Poem. Hope this would be more liked in its new version as it contains few minor changes to make it more in tune.Ravindra K Kapoor
Below is the poem entitled Mysteries of Human Hairs part I of II which was written by poet
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Ravindra K Kapoor
Revised in two parts
Mysteries of Human Hairs I of II
Hairs, O’ hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble,
When nicely looked after and softly taken care of.
Hairs O’ hairs O’ lovely ravishin hairs,
Your beauty and elegance, has often inspired,
Your softness and shines have captivated many and
To put their hearts on fire,
Your aroma can evoke to extremes,
Passion and lust like streams.
The lustrous beauty of these hairs,
Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions,
To win only a Helen of Troy and
Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey,
Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors.
Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs,
Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors
Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages,
Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ Lovely ravishing hairs,
Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters,
Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world,
While many have altered their existence, completely,
To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls,
Even the dullness of your hairs too,
Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers.
Hairs, O hairs, O’ lovely ravishing hairs,
When you hang, you look like dark clouds,
Playing on the forehead of a woman,
By watching such clouds many get lost,
In the colors of your showering rains.
Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations,
Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and
Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever,
While many have found the goal of their life,
In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors,
What a strange it is, that still many
Would like and love to get sacrificed,
In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever.
Kanpur India 17.10.2010
Revised on 28.03 2012