The blogosphere we dwell in, works in strange ways;
two years hence, it’s still an inscrutable haze
You wake up one morning, ripe with thought;
restless to mold the flux down to the dot
Proud of your work, you wait for the traffic to spike;
two days fly by, and you would kill for a single like
And then you bump into some post with a mere ten words;
the scores of comments beneath make your stomach turn inwards
“What did I do wrong?”, you ponder in vain
It’s got a voice and passion that you did not feign
It’s got pictures that enliven, and grammar that’s clean,
with humorous segues you tactfully threw in between
“Then, am I not showering enough blog love?”, you wonder
To get to the bottom, you tear your comment policy asunder
A comment begets one, no doubts there
But, what to do for two likes, to show that you care?
And what about the follows, should a follow follow one?
Then you wistfully realize you don’t have a ton
You get tired and give up at the face of concerns too many,
when you refresh your blog page and hit an epiphany
“Tis for souls like us that freshly pressed solely exists!”
Alas! That too turns out to be such an elusive tryst
Does ability trump? Or is need enough to catch your eye?
coz some posts are poignant; some make you go “Why?!”
So, WP, do your little swagger, and pretend not to hear
coz when we do arrive, we’ll more than bend your ear!