Punch-bag

People punch me now and then,
A few, very often,
With full vigor and spirit,
With a loud heard thud.

It hurts me,
But I am not allowed to feel.
It ruins me,
But I am not allowed to complain.

If I do, I am out of the game,
If I don’t I lose my life.
As my cry goes in vain,
I stand rock-still, like a fake-human!

….Sara

sad

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