Seeking your reply, I again write.
In sheer despondency, my face is contrite.
Oh my Aphrodites! have mercy on me.
If you like it then kiss, else kill me...
What good does it do, to hold it
within you, your views on my work?
When all I need is an honest feedback;
a job you shouldn't shirk.
An aphrodisiac to romance my thoughts;
that's what your view is to me.
An honest critique of yours will
help this poet evolve and just be.
