I was just cleaning and rearranging,
The bathroom platform,
The toothpicks, tubes, brushes,
And one buckle stuck to my palm,
I tried to separate it from my hand,
And still it was sticking to me,
Thought, oh my, atleast this,
Inert thing shows lot of love to me,
Does not want to leave me,
Does my wife's love percolate,
Into and through the buckle?
Then, I tried once more to detach it,
And it fell down and I felt,
A long thin string of a black thing,
(my spectacles were not put on),
And deciphered that it was,
Her long hair!
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