I met her,
Those eyes, limbs and every inch of the body just like mine,
But with a difference, for she had boy cut hair.
‘ you look just like me, but why this haircut .’ I asked.
To which she replied,
‘ because I want to feel free .’
Stood there, wondering.
How can one feel free with the kind of hair she had !! ?
I met myself,
Perfecting the match of every inch with her,
But with a difference yet again,
For now, I wanted to cut my hair short just like her….
To feel free ! ….
To explore the beauty of being not a free bird, but simply a human being .
Today, I want to live her life for once