Who Is Problematic?
V Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Do you think that my heart is made of metal,
For you to bang and put into the furnace and melt to mold,
The heart of same design customize to your desires,
To keep me as the loyal being just near your dirty heart?
Do you think that my heart is made of clay,
For you to squeeze it as you wish and play,
The game of a monarch and a joker,
To say yes and smile at your repetitive insult?
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