Finally, I came to know all men don't like breasts
Some say with women's flower are just like spike breasts
Traffic rules should be written on shirts of road girls
Perhaps there'll be no gaze which won't strike breasts
Tonight, I'm going to sleep with hundred fairies
Not just arms - and please don't mind if I so vike - 'breasts'
Don't go rough - You ain't only one for me tonight
Many more have them so soft if you have tike breasts
Everyone has one's own choice but I've not special
Ah! brunettes with pinkish lips, young and with kike breasts!
Love in pairs becomes a boring habit at last
It does not increase with age as is unlike breasts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem