It's like criticizing the night sky, full of stars...
For being just too congested to be eye-pleasing.

It's like pillorying a human intestine...
For being too curly for the surgeon to operate on.

It's like mocking a huge mountain range...
For not being plain enough.

No matter what I do and how I do it...
They said, it's never enough...

At end of the horizon, I've made peace
With the fact that I am indeed never enough...
And well, here I am, being the one infinite....

Too much, right?
Well, that's exactly the point, Dearest.

05/11/2023