Growing Silver

How many are we?
May be two or three?
We seem to multiply very fast.
This is going to leave them aghast!
Frantically, we will be covered up.
Hushed and hidden will be our premature birth.
Our full term is getting very rare.
Gone are the days which gave utmost care.
Born premature is not our fault.
Yet we suffer the pangs of guilt.
Our growth gives a shock.
Missed greatly is the black and brown lock.
Salt and pepper may taste good on food.
It is most hated by any youth’s head.
Considered noble are silver and gold.
But this ‘silver’ signals getting old!
Terrified is the youth by this colored hair.
Tried is every way to regain the original color.
Are we so scary, we really don’t know?
We too wish to complete our term and then start to show!