First Success

What am I? Why do I try? What shall be proved? I am shaken and moved Why people ask? About my simple task Raise controversy And make me look silly I am as simple as flower Occasioned by rainy shower There was no chance As poet even at once I did first poem “Miss I miss you” and left to them It was blot from blue Poem clicked through It was first success Many comments brought shine on face “You go to hell” one of readers commented That made me to smile instead of being resented I loved the scene Pleasant one to be seen To feel and observe I never knew I deserved it