Sam, and his confession.

By – Mourya Koundinya Sam was alone,Went to a saloon,To get the hair coloured maroon, Sam was calm,Barber was warm.Gave him a seat,Tucked him neat. Sam was sad,Barber asked what was bad.Sam said nothing.But there sure was something. Barber started doing the hair,There was grim in the air.There was sadness in Sam’s face,Barber didn’t knowContinue reading “Sam, and his confession.”