Hair and comb Radhamani sarma

 

 

Hair  and comb

 

Right from  our grandmother,

great grandmother days,

 inevitable attraction

 

Or bond between the bending

and mending  without question;

it is process on going;

 

in the unbending  process,

matter of resistance, hair falls,

in clusters,  unseen invaders  around;

 

sometimes, mixed abominably,

food  items, we throw,

for  the blockade by strings.

 

 Ruling, could be round shaped with pricks,

or long with  teeth chiselled,

if broken with gaps  clumsy;

 

my memory recalls those

days of  combs of wooden structure

hard   to ply  and run,

 

   before technology improved,

  or improvised by dexterous hands

  of man, a plastic comb

 

a misnomer or never dreamt of ;

harmless battle between  bender

and mender  has go on.