The surgeon’s hand, with care, begins the task,
A gentle cut beneath the scrotum’s clasp.
The tubes that carry seed are sought with skill,
To sever paths that nature meant to fill.
The flow is blocked, though manhood stays intact,
No loss of strength, no courage does it lack.
A choice for love, for life, for future’s plan,
The burden shared by thoughtful, modern man.
In quiet calm, the deed is swift and sure,
A lasting bond, yet easy to endure.
Thus ends the tale of this procedure wise,
A measured step with future in its eyes.
