Nice Poetry

All along the way, I cried fowl It was cry in desert and simple crawl No one heard me when I said about mutual admiration It was beginning of bad relation Poetry is not for mutual admiration It has its own fragrance and exhilaration If some one writes it for self praise Readers may offer scant respect with bad chase It has helped in no way The spirit behind it vapors away Many requests come for appraisal of poem I pay no respect and turn them down I read daily and pass comments It gives me tremendous happiness and enjoyment It has two advantages of unique kind It helps to compose another good poem with new find Yes so mutual admiration drives to desperation It raised so many question marks in relation It takes you no where near the reader’s mind They simply ignore you and take no note as blind