A few more nights must pass by,
Some more torment I will endure,
Until when I ask looking up in the sky,
Until I die came the answer from within.

But till then, I'll help humanity,
I would help mother nature,
I will help my parents,
I must help myself.

But do they in reality?

No they don't all love poetry,
Neither do they understand it,
Nor do they all genuinely 'heart' it,
They just click the heart because they can.

The same is true about people saying that they like poems,
Most people think it's a waste of time in totality,
But how insulting it is for is poets,
They will just click heart just for the reason they can.