With bulging muscles,
A gait to boot,
With a tight outfit,
Walking like a giraff
In slow motion,
He eyed the beauties
On the pavement,
Some dames taking
An eyeful fo him,
He felt walking on clouds.
The other guys feeling
A litte put off,
He made his appearances
At places prominent,
He was the epitome
Expression of masculinity,
Chasing the females,
Making many a teenage girl
Giggle with delight,
His protuberance
Tightly wrapped
And put like a piece
In a showcase in ashoppe.
Ravikran Arakkal
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