bare chested under the sun--
on my rooftop--
i felt like a mirror
receiving and reflecting the morning rays.
my neighbour, blinded by the lights,
put down his spade.
"phileman anallo!" he said in disbelief.
i flexed my biceps
and struck an elegant pose,
for his better appreciation of the facts of the case.
"though not what it used to be," i said,
"pande pole phalikkunnilla."