Punching bag
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
I think I am a punching bag,
Punched a million times,
The face on the bag is a smile,
Yet it hits every time.
Do not take the world for granted,
Do not insult every time,
One day even snail will turn,
It's just a matter of time.
Hitting hard with the intention,
To hurt, later washing your hands,
All such hypocrisy is useless,
I know you understand.
Frustration in you is exhibiting,
You may feel the pride,
Yet all can see through,
Naked your, truth as I find.
R.A.Jacob
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