A school going child
Desires to play with
Her grandmother’s hair
After she comes home
Back from school.
She carefully plaits
The locks of hair;
Believes in herself with the intention
To caress
Smooth fall of hair
That reaches down
Her grandmother’s waist.
Time ticks by
The child grows daily in
The playground
That has also been
Her grandma’s identity
Of owning the long hair
From her youthful days;
Like the peaceful gushing
Stream of waterfall.
The homemade beauty salon
Has become the child’s playful abode.
The child is a craftsperson
A measure of free play
Long like the falling hair.
No school bell rings
That tells the child
To leave her playful salon.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar- Nepal