A Salesman

Ringing phone calls all the time
Perturbing persons , they cannot deny.

Marching to myriad destinies everyday
Climbing various destinations, to trek success someday.

With streams of sweat dripping down the body
Limbs tired, hands red- swollen like nobody.

Listening arguments, abuses is the only way
Hunger-stricken, neck quenching for water every struggling day.

Sales may go up and down but not my service forever
You may see me struggle but quit never.

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