The Loser..
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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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.
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