This Slouching, Stooping Man Poem by sreelekha premjit

there's some thing about this man
tall, stooping now with the weight of his belly
with a casual smile
and a glow in the eyes.

there's something about his hands
strong and soft in touch
large to hold yours both in one
his lazy slouching ways.

there's something charming about
his stooping to listen to you
chuckling at your jokes
travelling with you in time

its not his ways
no, not the looks
nor the heavy purse
that draws you to him
like glow worm to light


its his heart
at once manly and child like
his almost motherly concern
his pride in owning you

that makes you relax
sit back
let him lead the way
not that he's always right
what the hell! he cares alright.