Hair-I am worried how you look

A gentle breeze passes by, ruffling my hair
Quickly I rearrange them to a pattern
In no time they are ready for another round of care
I am worried how you look.

Hair- I bathe you thrice a week
Massage you with oil
Comb you neatly
I am worried how you look.

Hair, you are part of of body
But it never pains when you are cut
You still dance when I am in pain
I am stillĀ  worried how you look.

I am always worried how you look….