Beauties around her,
Despise themselves sitting aside.
Playing with her curls,
She shows it with pride.
Last winter these curls enticed me,
Long tresses adding volumes of passion.
Scenting fresh every day,
Here's her secret of being in fashion.
Lot of labor she puts,
To nourish her hair.
Old age tricks of henna and oiling,
On a busy day few steps of Dove hair care.
She flaunts it, she smiles,
Praising eyes make her feel beautiful.
Rummy with the aura of her hair,
Even the bouncing of it is musical.
Be it in bun, in a braid,
Or decorating a red rose in mystical waves of black.
She loves her hair,
Falling for it, I'm loving her back!