Snip snap,
Snip snap,
Said the scissors,
As they are guided,
Around the delicate scalp,
Eating the hair away with precision,
The same hair which had grown along,
With him for a decent amount of time,
Sharing great memories and sometimes,
Being a memory itself in form a photograph,
Now is getting reduced into something different,
Which will take some time to get used to,
Tomorrow will not be same as yesterday,
A changed person will walk out,
With new hairstyle on head,
Afraid of his own reflection,
He accepts his own fate,
As haircut progresses,
The scissors sang,
Snip snap,
Snip snap.