The Loser.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
The Loser..
When you try to bend me,
I tend to be too flexible,
Not to feel the pain of squeeze,
When you try to break me,
I say goodbye to my solid state,
Make myself to be malleable,
Not interested in shattered hearts,
When you try to bounce me as a ball,
I may gain extra weight,
not to be lifted up,
Strained are your healthy hands,
All these are not my faults.
A man for all season. Its good not to be rigid. But becareful not to be tossed up and down. Nice job.
Right amounts of flexibility, malleability, and elasiticity are desirable in a person. Characteristics nicely described.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/19/2026 8:54:35 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
Wow! Natural....... but men like it tasking