It is matter of joke
When poems offer me stroke
They receive more “likes” than comments
I console self with “likes”’ rather than resent 

At least readers don’t offer you brickbats
If they could express and clearly state
But we are all thankful to escape unhurt 
Otherwise we must be prepared to receive the bag full of dirt

Now a days politician receive “Chappals"as gift
There is slight modification in approach or shift
Either it may be stage managed show to draw the attention
Here we find “likes” and it should be taken as unrecognition

Readers have become wise and miser
We value them as an expert and adviser
More often they offer valuable tips
I take it seriously and soundly sleep

“Uncle you pack your luggage”
“You are on oxygen and has lost an edge”
I take their words in form of blessings
They have no clue and offer misgivings

Today we have more writers than readers
Like wise each house has fewer members and more leaders
Each one is capable of leading big country
But find no support for talent and feel sorry 

Each and every poem must find its due recognition 
It has hidden message with scope for revelation 
If some one likes it, it must find reason
If not then also it needs few words for poet as person 

In today’s world even best product is not sold in market
It needs some means and ways to reach people with support 
It may take years of hard work, labor and pain
Then only he may be able to reach the position or attain