Long Hairs' Craze

A madness

For which one sustains

The utter downfall of senses

Endures happily wrinkles on neck and forehead

Summers become the cruelest, winters, the most loved taste

Other than this

Everything seems on track

Time and again

Imitation is good

But not to this extent

If you have that endurance

Like the one you imitate

Do so, or else

Leave it to God to make things suitable.