Do I know him?

My brain froze seeing him,
“Do I know him?”, questioned myself,
Looked familiar but unrecognizable,
Damn! the moment passed.

My nosy brain was restless,
As I tried to recollect the image,
Then his image flashed in my mind,
Sweet Jesus! he was bald then.

Questions ran in circles in my mind,
For the new look with the artificial hair,
But the warning bell rang in my head,
To shut up and mind my own business.

Kavitha Patchamalai


Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST