On a stroll through the city I passed a stranger;
Excuse me sir is that an arrow in your side?
“Yes” he replied
Would you like for me to pull it out?
“No”
Doesn’t it hurt?
“Yes it hurts like Hell”
Then why not pull it out?
“Oh, I’m used to it”
(Peculiar how so many are addicted to pain and suffering)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sure shot... an arrow that hurts but we live on...unbowed