It doesn't matter what you post
for your lover or your dost
a posy of poems with flower bed
a garden abound with love spread
Whether make tall, peaky claims
or crib and hang a dreaded blame,or
speak about the game of love
or brag about your treasure trove
Politics seems so far
society is also so sparse
tiny thread attached to education
ropes thick pull women emancipation
No wonder estrogen fills WB
acting as dominatrix
women filled posts we see long
raising issues strong
Some want to poll and play a role
some come to walk and take a stroll
some read, some breeze through posts
only loyal are some limited dosts
A wonder world WB
desires filled, unfilled
some see glass half, empty while
others see it filled
