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HOT BALLS



Should little drops of water alone be said to make up the ocean

While rivers and rain help fill it to brim?

When a man complains of hunger,

Should he wait till a cropping season

While he expects his wife to feed him?

Would anyone sit on hot balls

Without protection for his own balls?


Hot rolled corn balls,

Cooked and sold outside the mall

Even though today's profit may stall,

Vendor hopes to one day stand tall.


And what sayeth the founders of wisdom

When we ask for a life so wholesome?

Patience is key they claim

Followed by no pain no gain!


But there's a feminine soul

Who stood on one sole

Slept late, awoke early

Empties her bowl 

Just to fill her children's belly


Twisting and turning

Forgetting she's burning

Farming without earning

All her efforts keep churning


Yet what is her reward?

A gloom by her so called steward.

A rich man can cheat

A woman does so and she is cheap


Go to the street

Ask the women you meet

How they made daily meat

Just because of a gentleman's deceit

Many more ladies are left in hot seat


No matter my biased judgement,

There's truth in the said statement;

Men may show some sympathy

But women have pathos and  empathy.

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