He was born with no hair.
Like those peaceful monks.
As he grew, his hair appeared.
It had its own orientation,
and he had his.
His mom combed it to right.
And he thought it was right.
But he grew.
So did his hair.
It had its curls,
and he had his.
But he saw other orientations,
and he formed his.
At times he left it free.
Sometimes he tied it down.
And also cut them down.
Like diversion and suppression!
But it grows back always,
for it is nature in nature.
And he understood as times change,
his hair changes.
So were his emotions.
His hair was like his emotions.
Always twisted!
ego feels..! 