POETRY'S PEDDLE-IS-STILL NOT BROKEN Sea of words brought to a tamed stream. Your feed grows to nothing, if not to feel in this wallow. Without friends it's hollow. Follow as long as followed. Infinite post's your time. Mere interruption for a glimpse of your eye. To look you say it's only I. Million'$ to see what just posted you by. Heart's pathetic story untold in exchange of likes. Poetry transforms to memes & they wonder why. To grandstand on a platform to feel a little high. Endorphins replace justifying why they write. I'm I wrong to say so because if it's not you then it is I.
sillypie_saysHey This is pallawee ! Iam working on assembling the writers. Are you interested in publishing your Writeup ? You'll get an E-book and an E-certificate many more perks . If you are interested ping me 8269651802