Bruises behind the ear
On an island of fanaticism, Folks were obsessed with hats. Though it was available in plenty, and easy Finding the right fit was difficult perhaps. For my folks preferred what is appeasing to eyes, but not necessarily a comfortable wear, It wasn't a wonder that they clouded their own vision, and had bruises behind the ear. One fine day, a lady visited my friend's hat shop. Glad as she was to have found hats of comfortable fit, She was taken aback by the lack of red flowers in it. Fixated on the red flower, and unable to visualise new, Comfortable ones she put aside from view; And decided to choose the pain that seemed familiar - The same old bruises behind the ear.