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A Fighter's cry

Don't allow him to corner you, punch him hard on his face, kick him hard and make him cry, just one nice smack and the title is all yours. These are some of the expressions which I keep on shouting on the top of my voice when I watch brutal combat sports like Muay Thai Kickboxing, Western Boxing (USA), wrestling etc. Unlike other combat sports like Boxing or martial art games such as Karate, Taekwondo ; these sports have much higher degree of violence, witness about 30 – 35 deaths every year and not to mention innumerable fatal injuries. I cannot help but wonder how these fighters feel after winning their respective matches and crushing their opponents to death, or leaving them in a handicapped state making sure they don't have enough guts to face them again. In the poem below written by me, I have tried to capture the thoughts of a fighter from my own perspective. . I punch you, you punch me, I kick you, you kick me, Driven by a frantic rush to kill each other, Tell me something - O my opponent, Do we know each other, you and me? Couple of minutes since I first saw your face, Glittering and shimmering, like a rainbow after a rainy day, Now it is drenched in your own sweat and blood, And I don’t know why I loathe you so much. Was it just destiny – your end so near, Or you were just a fool, for you had no fear, Broken nose, bruised face – you gave me much pain In return, I favor you by digging your grave. Parents, in laws, wife and children – you had many mouths to feed Fight against me!!!! You should have thought about them before trying this remarkable feat. No family, no friends, no money – I have nothing to lose, Did you ever think about this, you benumbed fool. . This remarkable piece of poetry, you won’t be able to read, For you will be busy paying for your deeds, Fractured arms and shattered spirit - you will suffer many injuries, Because against me there is nothing but miseries. . Every second spent against me you will beg for mercy, You won’t get any, you can trust me on that. No achievements under your belt, its time you make me proud I will set an example for others, by gifting you a shroud.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 7/16/2016 12:29:00 AM
Surya, Welcome to Poetry soup, I hope you enjoy the community. Here, you will find friendly poets who enjoy supporting one another. I myself, enjoy reading and commenting those who want to be read. The only time I give constructive criticism is when a poet desires it. However, if for some reason the poem is not my field I will guide you to someone who is more qualified than I. Stop by and read one of my poems if you like. My poems are not perfect, but I have a feeling you might like one. I encourage you to check out the contest page and read to receive comments. Tell me a little about your poetic skills if you like. It will be my pleasure to follow and read every poem you post from here on :) We are Lucky To Have you. Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@
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Date: 7/14/2016 8:56:00 AM
Broken nose, bruised face – you gave me much pain In return, I favor you by digging your grave. well written Surya;)
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Date: 7/13/2016 10:35:00 PM
Surya, Welcome to poetry soup, after reading this I feel as if you are an Accomplished writer. Glad to see you enjoying it so much here. Flourishing among this community is easier than you think. Keep up the good work. *SKAT*
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Date: 7/13/2016 6:23:00 PM
Wow...this was an awesome write. I love how you gave an explanation for your poem informing the reader where you're coming from with your words. Excellent piece!!!!
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