A Sweet Assault

A slap or punch Across the face Looks like an assault The gravity of which Cheeks feel most And eyes moisten Displaying colours-crimson To reddish pale What would have been.... Mused upon- if it were real Yet a sweet assault When introspected well To others wrong done Expected wrong unto self soon Mischief inflicted upon In the same coin returned soon And it does happen- testified Hatred reaped as hatred sown Many a time and on many occasions And I take it as a sweet assault Withstood until I be made a new man Ready to be taught a lesson………