What you are
Do not tag
And lag behind
With respect
As it involves unkind act
I am forced to read
And feel as if dead
With contents
Much to my disliking
It not only increases message traffic
But violates rules that are purely basic
When you do not want to read others
Do not force by other means
If you have talent and really think so
Adopt posture with poems and blow
Trumpet with own tune
That shall, sometimes, appeal someone
In present context we are
Faced with only writers
And there is dirt of read readers
It become imperative to know what you are
It irritates
When I see notifications
Which has no relevance with my knowledge?
It floods my page
What have we to feel? Watch the entire reel Imagine the impact on mind Then start fresh again to tie bond
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write 2 hours ago by Beach Girl to Start fresha gain