The Profession Of Sales. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The profession of sales.

But of course a noble one.
The toil that translates,
Revenue into profits.
The face of you,
To your god,
The one who shells,
Dollars hard earned.
At times I feel low.
As if hit below,
The belt,
In agony I cry,
Why me?
Once the pain subsides,
I am thankful,
I respond,
It would only be me,
Me the me in your times,
The typhoon,
Who shall not accept,
Defeat,
That is why Me.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.