Don’t read only or like please comment on this poem of mine a take on daily life.
November month it is; no shaving month.
The noble cause has hidden long ago beyond gimmick.
I remain clean shaven; no moustache no beard,
But, this year I thought to be unshaven.
Yes, I grown a beard, but, being clean shaved guy
It was not an easy task.
After a lot of restraint I kept it and shaven it to-night
Leaving behind a moustache (something I keep often).
The issue was of the beard it doesn’t let me look at mirror
Gifting me a new mashed hair style and the itchiness.
My cheeks now smell of shaving cream;
(I don’t use aftershave ladies.)
The moustache that I have now will be for few weeks
Because looking at mirror I see ghost of my father.
From his old picture I can see I’m just him with this moustache.