this i wrote for my school mag whn i was in 8th...
It was when mom told me about my head weight
That I decided to get it set right
So here I am waiting for my turn to come
To surrender myself to the expert-to-become
I never felt waiting to be so agonising
Especially when he call the after-comers knowing
And at last when he made me to sit
I cursed myself for falling into mom's bait
I wondered if my head will be intact
The sound of the scissors made me react
After all that when I am back home
Here my little sister makes some fun some
I vow that i never will go to him
Alas! Back to the first line I'm.
Love to hear from you all...though this is little kiddish...i hope you'll like it..