Vibrant India: A land of promises,
tropical weather, how the cold I miss.
Scorching summers, always dusty,
salty air along the coast, even stainless steel gets rusty.
In this climate, why all this facial hair?
Hair’s an insulator, dude how come you don’t care?
About all that heat, on your head & on your face,
the constant sweating, even when at slow pace.
The stench builds on your face, collects all that dust,
food bits in that facial hair, daal chawal & roti crust.
Teenagers with all that acne, collecting in that hairy nest,
saw this hairy dude, hair from his chin to his chest.
Enough with this mad fad,
get your arse to the barber, lad
chop-chop, shave, let’s get that clean look back,
India don’t need no lumberjack.