Dearest ungrateful soul,
Murderer of zeal and good will,
Ego above all souls,
And hunter of perfection in inperfect beings.
How can I your frayed soul appease,
Or your hyper expectations meet?
Every deed too minute for your appreciation
All being but a recarpitulation.
The rivers and oceans merged
Is but just a drop
When to your feet we bring;
Every deed from the deepest magnanimity
Is welcomed with but a node.
My zeal you have ruined
My brightened emotions you wane
For my utmost deeds cannot satisfy thee
Nor my strive your recognition gain.
Man, you are an ungrateful being!
I count not my deeds
In satisfaction of your insatiable nature
But all to My Maker’s standard I measure
For none can satisfy humanity.
Scripted By Purity Onyam
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