Empty-Handed Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Satisfaction is
Far from reach.
I can't satisfy you,
I'm telling the truth.

It is your business
To decide what to do
And what not to do.

I am nothing and
I am incapable,
I do admit.

When I beg something,
Think not yourself,
As the producer
And the provider.

You are there, to give,
I do admit.
I am there not to take,
You have to admit.

I came empty handed
And I am to go empty handed.
Whatever is here,
We have to satisfy
Without any complain.