Wig or periwig

  Wig or periwig

On a bright Sunday morn

She wakes her son up- soon

to be in barber shop, for

the bushy growth of hair

requires immediate cut

in his regular shop- she

vociferously taps him.

Sweat and swap,

thick and  curl,

knot and comb’s

plod - all weary

into a cluster of

rebelling force

of hanging on.

In front of the mirror

counting those lovely

Days of cute curls and

watching those  locks  

now fallen, cut short

in quick shots.

Like fallen angels, they look,

 some are lying flat,

now for upgradation: if it

is from women, those hair

 can go in for making

  false hair:  form men

where will they go?

Wig  or periwig?