The Red Dot

I have a personal question, he said.
What is that dot, on your forehead?

Is that a hole? quipped another.
How gory, it made me wonder.

‘Did you draw it with a pen?’
I heaved a deep sigh then.

Then there is the usual ‘What does it mean?’,
So I wikied and prepared an answer clean.

Now, when I see those raised eyebrows,
And feel the stare between my eyebrows,

The auto-answer mode switches on,
It’s the yogic centre of concentration,
A Hindu symbol, I go on,
Showing off with resignation,

The Eyetex Pottu packet,
Tucked in my wallet,

Filled with no mean stickers,
But skin-pH-matching wonders.
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