Now a days
People see my hair

And asks me
Do something

Part of your black hair

Turning into grey

Stop thinking too much

Apply a hair dye

You are too young to
look old

What I think is

Color can change

My age
My look
My charm

Is it what I want
to exhibit

My intention is to
radiate knowledge

Like many of those

Burning candles do

sacrificing themselves

for the sake of us