Man is a master of his own fate !

Within a kitten’s whiskers distance from her attainment,

I chose the uncouthness as it seemed too merry,

I choose to desist shaving for I thought I shall tarry,

With a shabby face full of grimace,

I teemed in dejection and appeared so deplorable,

For I looked so subdued and so unkempt,

That I soon became a symbol of being despicable.

People maintained distance from me,

Trying best to withhold judgment,

For mine plight was not a delight,

They finally vetted at my assessment,

Through social prejudice and stereotyping,

Calumnies were issued against me,

Through ostracising from the parish

They finally made my identity to vanish.

I tried hard to linger,

Despite the vilification, despite the hunger,

I tried to last even with this stubble,

Trying hard not to get hit as they rained on me rubble,

I was termed an outcast, so esoteric that they even called me an ignominious beast

For I finally left my reveries and made my way to the benevolent priest.

Son, he said, his eloquence bringing to me some light,

A man ought to be clean shaven and that’s what always seems right,

His halo emanated wisdom and virtue as I sat till the morning sun,

And the moment I felt enlightened, I made my home run.

Off went the grizzly stubble and that parch of weeds,

I was now a worthy man vying on all his needs.

I took my chances on that girl again,

Sensing nothing that shall deter,

I proclaimed my affection in my usual way,

And my clean shaven look bowled her.

What this world needs is not a grumpy looking bear,

Never own stubble that makes you suffer sear,

Never do deeds that make your fortunes abate,

For ultimately man is a master of his own fate.

I would like to tag Jasz and Samar in this post.

This post is a part of the Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda.