As they hail my goodness…
I elate with pride,
In a counter argument of soul,
The murk is cleared off..
Leaving nothing to hide.

For with the calculator…
I measure the perks,
Of the good deeds done,
…The chants..
…The charity…
And even the vices shunned.

Many times I recount…
Of being honest n true,
And often reassuring myself,
Of clear heartedness that asked nothing in lieu.

On facing unforeseen ย twists…I complain..
N belittle soulfulness to that of canard,
Its a good laugh at my frailty,
For I forget..
That goodness is in itself a reward.


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