My First Shave

Happy birthday my son!
Was the call from the almighty one.
"i have brought a gift for you
preserve it for years to come"

I woke up in anticipation,
Only to get frightened by an uneasy notion,
hard to believe but it was true,
But there was nothing that i could do.

Oh! God in lieu of which of my sin,
you gave me this tinge of beard on my chin.
cursing him was only i could do,
As it spread like the bird flu.

From a tiny straw ,it grew to a bush
Adding fuel to my parents' constant push,
Not once,twice but thrice
they hurled on me their favourite advice

Come on son be brave
Have your first shave......

The thought of using a razor,
like a horrible dream was the cause major,
Those cuts, scars and bruises on my dad's face,
Made me feel as if shaving was a bitter disgrace.

They grow -you shave,you shave -they grow
A funny tit for tat show.

well things went by and the time came,
when it became harder to figure my role in this nature's game.

I was lying low with nothing new,
shattered with having sympathisers very few,
It was then my dad came to my rescue,
With his ever formadible and enchanting view,

come on son Be brave
Have your first shave......

He sermoned ,
i listened,
"My son,this beard is the fear within you,
A disgrace for manhood that you have to attend to.

It reminds everytime it grows ,
That the animal is still within you.
Physical scars and bruises become meaningless,
when you enjoy the mental satisfaction winning gives you.
Every one is not gifted as we men my boy ,
Because it is a problem which only we men can attend to.

So take up the razor and have fun,
so that this world can see that you are a man my son!

all my apprehensions went by,
As i got my answer why ?
We fought this battle of disgrace ,
Only to establish that we are a human race..

And finally i did what for me was once impossible,
A mark of complete mess and trouble,
Hard to describe in words what it gave?
But really it was a lifetime experience to have " my first shave"