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Dove Poems...

So this Dove campaign is going on at Indiblogger, and I thought of participating in it. The theme is 'Love your hair and it loves you back'... one can write articles or compose poems and I have penned down two poems here, Dove Therapy and Snared by your Hair. Hope you find them interesting. Dove Therapy, describes how I got introduced to Dove and the reason I still stick to it. The poem may have a slightly narcissistic tone... bear with me. The second poem, Snared by your Hair, is written from a guys point of view, I had fun imagining it.


Dove Therapy
Got married, left my home in a village & came to the big city,
Life is different here, everybody always seems so busy.

Had a pretty hard time adjusting & settling down,
What made it even worse-my long black hair was slowly turning brown!

I couldn't believe the damage my hair was undergoing,
I started resenting everything, & troubles started brewing.

Then I chanced upon a friend with silky black locks,
She suggested Dove & since then my worries took a toss.

Dove really works wonders, my hair feels natural again,
I religiously use Dove to maintain my beautiful mane.

Now when I hear others cribbing bout the water in this city,
I just suggest Dove, and watch their world turn pretty.
~ Karen.


Snared by your Hair
There's something mesmerizing bout her hair so sleek,
The way those soft waves brush her glistening cheeks.

Those silky black strands fluttering in the breeze,
Always manage to make my heart rate increase.

The scent of her hair is like the warm sunshine,
It fills up my senses, intoxicating like wine.

When she braids up her mane, she looks almost ethereal,
Those lovely locks fill me with wonder, its surreal.

Now you see why its so easy to fall in love,
With a girl enamoured by Dove!
~ Karen.


Well, what do you think?

Comments

Saru Singhal said…
I think it's winner all the way. I am speechless after reading each piece...
They are both great but I really love the second poem, great work Karen!
Susan Deborah said…
Well, someone is in the groove, I say.

Great to see the muse here, Karen.

Joy always,
Susan
GamingGarage said…
Very nice poem :)
i really like the creativity u made in this post..My good wishes for u.
Hoping u will promote this post "The Girl i loved"
http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=88938
All d best for the Contest..:)
bemoneyaware said…
Good poems..loved the way you in few words captured the transition to married life in a new city. Best of luck for contest
Too good blog post :-) loved it :-)

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