Unread lay my poetry in an obscure corner Commuters passed by, just a cursory glance and they would never give it a second look And it dawned upon me, I stood no chance #NojotoQuote Every writer loves to be widely read Doesn't every writer crave adulation? And here I was, down and dejected Light years away from appreciation Meaningful couplets and metrical verse Rhymed compositions and blank verse Hadn't I penned it all? What was wrong?
