HUSTLER



I am a hustler

In this, my hustling, I have no choice

I smile but it’s not nice

I’m hot but not ice

I get criticized

Because I am a hustler



On the hustle, the game that plays isn’t fear

The rich man doesn’t share

But I keep my head higher

From east, west, north and south, I play everywhere

I attack every corner

Because I am a hustler



Under the cool sun my whole body and hair have wept as if I had swum in a river

As a player, I have bunch of goals

But no award from FIFA



I am a hustler

In my hustle, I have different names

The troubleshooter

The lion hunter and the plain preacher

But still I serve them deaf ears

Cause I am battling with famine and trials

Some love me, some pretend

They want me to be in full of stare



I am a hustler

A legitimate sufferer

Swimming on ice and in hot weather

Receiving punches like May weather

Even when daily life things are tougher,

But backward never

Until I retrieve my own bread and butter



I am a hustler

In this, my hustle, one-day troubles will be over

When it’s over, I have conquered

All my felonies will become harmony

My enemy has to make me happy

I am a hustler

Milton D . Poet
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