Somewhere in a far-off land
Someone might need your words.
A random post from a random guy
Can question your self-worth.
Are we giving at least one person
The meaning to live and to feel alive?
Are we not ignoring that passé quote
Someone wrote for the people who arrive?
Who cares for a random post
Designed and served in odd colors?
There’re no likes, no shares;
So we do the same.
What’s the harm in following others?
Maybe there isn’t. Maybe it doesn’t count.
The admin perhaps
Even himself isn’t bound
To revisit his post because he brought it for nothing.
So, leave it be; it’ll go in hiding.
But what if he needed a Like?
What if he was broken
Because there isn’t anyone
Who shares his emotions.
What if a betrayal struck him lately
And he is in dark ever since.
What if he’s lost all the hope
To feel, to share, and even to live.
So one day when prone lying on his shabby couch
He bumped into this tool that let him grouch
To himself how bad he can be
Through this ugly design
And he posted it! (He is surprised.)
What on earth, God knows, hit his head?
Will he ever be afterwards even fine?
There are hundreds of views
From fast scrolling eyes
So, expect no stay
For this post doesn’t surprise.
But, surprisingly, you did it –
Isn’t this post cute because it doesn’t obey?
Your one Like made him feel useful someway.
The stretch of surprise was what
One notification gave.
Did it hurt? Did it ask for much effort?
Your single tap and it made someone brave.
