B*r*o*k*e*n Poem by Sathya Narayana

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!