I wrote a poem and showed it to my mother.

She said beautiful.

I was happy.

I showed it to two of my friends, they said amazing .

I was happy.

I posted it on Wattpad.

It got 100 reads.

Wow!

Then i waited for votes.

It got 20 votes.

Wow!

Then i waited for comments.

It got 10 comments.

Amazing! Fabulous! Mind blowing! What not.

I was super happy.

I wrote another poem.

Then another.

Then another.

Poems increased.

No. of views, votes and comments decreased.

What is wrong with my poems?

I asked a friend to read it.

She said it's wonderful.

I was not happy.

Why not everyone voted it like before?

Not commented it like before?

Hmmmm..... Let's think.

Maybe you are so good, that poeople think what to say again and again.

Maybe your work has mellowed down, and people don't want to hurt your feelings.

Or they don't bother to tell you that it was a poor performance.

Or they just lost interest.

Just like a dragging web series.

Or whatever.

But why you crave for more?

Why each poem has to be judged by the numbers?

It could be possible, that not many understood the essence with which you had written it.

There are endless chances.....

Why let it go to your head?

Appreciation is an addictive drug, the more you get

The more you crave for,

And the more you become tolerant to it.

The more doses you want to keep yourself functioning.

Let art flow freely like a river.

Don't bind it in the dam of votes and opinions.

For people love the story, not you,

Mark my words.

Let's not make art a barter system.

Let's leave it free......

Free to be intercepted

Free to be interpreted

Free to be perceived

Free to be received

A wise friend told me,

When you write something it's yours,

When you show it to someone, its theirs.

Let them take it ,the way they want.

Art is like a bird,

Let it free.

Don't follow it to see how far it has gone.

For if it's truly worth it, it will come back in the evening back to its nest with its fuel, that will motivate it to fly back again in the next dawn.

Till then just keep liberating your art. Let it fly to the highest skies.

Because our heart always wants more.

More....

And more....

And more....

There is no end.