When I fractured my bones
by falling from parallel bars;
or when I fell sick and ridden
to bed for months
I never thought
that I would ever lose my identity
as a robust man.
But of late I checked
my real structure...
yeah...inside the steel case
exists a delicate glass jar.
She's indeed too smart...
without touching the metal
she could break the glass!
Women are like that!
Now I realized...
men are imbeciles!
My T_shirt now flaunts the logo
'Glassware_Handle with care'
Girls laugh at me...
I don't care...I have no time
I am still gathering
last fall's broken pieces!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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