Likes to listen d' dictate of none

Since d' fading toddler days,

as a fearless devil she poses,

pounces on d’ hopping frogs,

not scared of d’ insect chases

Keeps cool in utter darkness,

during abrupt power tripping

ready to confront any crisis,

over confident, ever daring

Always set to deliver speech,

ex tempo, any time, any topic

teachers always in awe of her,

books in hand, turns her sick

Loves to scan cartoon channels,

but if tv viewing not permitted

knows to set it, in granny’s cell,

even d' app is doggedly deleted

Slider in the park her favourite,

bent upon, must go out for play

climbs up on the sliding surface,

not on d' steps, just reverse way

Keen to paint, puts own ideas,

often guides d’ painting teacher

when she explains art intricacies,

for benefits of d' amateur learner

Friend to friendless classmates,

teaches d’ ones poor in studies

affiliated to a formidable world,

loves d’ unusual, atypical things

Blends well with family persons,

but deals with things on her own

goes out of d’ way to help others,

incapable guys, entirely unknown

Roads might be tough to tread,

marches ahead, retains identity

that defines her real character,

it’s her amazing unique quality

Can never be an ugly duckling,

established to be d’ finest swan

achieved few Olympiad awards,

likes to listen d' dictate of none

My head, so it's my choice

Dad summoned me, his son,

in the idle Sunday morning

ought to be most ideal day,

purport for a hair trimming

For you school going guys,

mantain it at a minimum

must vanish at d’ margins,

as a formal military pattern

I pleaded mom, don’t tag me

with dad, for hair cut session

stomping d’ feet on ground,

stormed out of d’ sweet home

Dad followed me announcing,

for launch to come back soon

ultimately both found together,

next to each other in d’ saloon

You can’t escape me ,my dear,

barber kidded with amused grin

wrapped cloth around my neck,

asked d’ style of cut, I’m keen?

A zero cut for him, dad pleaded,

pointed him through the mirror

without moving his neck a bit,

not bothered what’s my answer

Barber gave a mocking smile,

you seem to be son and father!

My head,so its my choice dad,

no, u are a school going minor

Unrest bubbled deep in mind,

hung my head in utter despair

blew anger through pursed lips,

set to abandon d' precious hair

Coolly consoled grieving soul,

if ever become a mighty ruler

A ban order with instant effect,

no haircut of dad-son together

No zero cut trim, no tonsuring,

lewd hair styles to be forbidden

heterogeneous cuts per choice,

unalike age, in separate saloons

On thick black mane of mine,

snip snap went sharp scissors

destiny may be d’ sole cause,

which forced me to surrender

It’s so disgusting, I trumpeted,

when got up from saloon chair

must be d’ candidate’s choice,

brutish/ elegant cut, as desired