He opened his instagram, He searched for her name,
He lived like a king, in the town of shame.
She didn’t know him, he was just someone,
In her million followers, he was just a name.
He commented on pictures, every single picture of hers,
She didn’t reply, there were a thousand commenting the same.
He took it up a notch, and posted a love confession,
This time she saw it, and she clicked on his name.
He felt she knows now, maybe she will reply,
Yet she didn’t know him, and he remained a name.
He was broken, he promised to be better,
After that incident, she didn’t see his name.
He rose to the top, got more followers than her,
She recognized him, although he had changed his name.
He had a line of girls, but he still wished for her,
She knew his name, but the comments never came.
He wasn’t sure if he should comment now,
She wished she could go back and reply to that name.
He gathered strength, and called out her name,
It was no good, She was too far to hear the name.
He called the press, and confessed his love,
The confession reached her, she recognized that name.
He confessed on Insta, commented the same,
She saw his Love you, and commented she does the same.