The Strength of a Fragile Man

The strength of a weak and fragile man I am short but in any way not stout And bones are not strong enough as you might think A little hurt gives me much of pain Very lose are the muscles and fragile is my structure Yet when I see something wrong done to me or wrong done to others Believe me I do not know how and where from I get the strength to crush them down even they are fifty My heart roars and throat swells like a toad With eyes red I start howling like a tiger Until they flee like a monkey I am telling you, believe me, even I am alone and they are fifty And I am doing this since my childhood And since then I am a man of poor and weak My soul never says to be with the people who are winning Or with the people who are ruling I always remain the man of opposition And willingly I do this, maybe it is for the love of man Or it is for love of debate But when I debate I pears through the defense Even they are a pack of fifty Believe me, i really do not know how and where from I get my strength though I am a man weak and fragile.