In the little barber’s shop

In the little barber’s shop
Across the lane,
Waiting for my turn
I watched an old frail man
With white hair
Sitting close to a boy
With chubby chicks
And dark curly hair
When the seat became free
The boy called the old man
“grandpa, will you have it first? “

And in the little barber’s shop
I got my first enlightenment
What time can do with
The chubby chicks
And the dark curly hair.

In the little barber’s shop
Across the lane,
While gulping the cutting chai
I saw the hair on the floor
Gray and black and white
All getting mixed up
Loosing all the value and beauty they
Had before the scissor started working

And in the little barber’s shop
I got my second enlightenment
What happens when you
Lose your roots.

In the little barber’s shop
Across the lane,
I heard people discussing
Vociferously
Tolerance and intolerance
and politics and culture
and returning of awards
The battle of words went on and on
Both sides became violent
but finally all agreed on their
failure to control prices of lentils

And in the little barber’s shop
I got my third enlightenment
What matters most in life
Is the price of lentil and
not the tolerance or
Intolerance.