Ode To Pingbacks
You sense their presence
Not when they are there
But when they are not.
When they refuse to work
When they go on strike
Like some bunch of union workers
Usually overlooked and small
Taken for granted by big shots
Till they decide to hold down
A smoothly running system
And bring it to a sudden halt
But unlike overworked underpaid workhorses
They sulk not, not even complain
Or file their written protest summon
Or wait for ages for some fair windfall
Pingbacks vanish without a warning or a ping
And come back on their own, not when we call
How often does it happen, that
With all our champion ideas galore
A writer’s block grips us
And words just refuse to pour!
It also happens that, when
Through our heart’s hems and seams
Creativity overflows and brims
But that’s when playful pingbacks cheat
No wonder then that
Our masterpieces die un’discovered’
For they are not even born.
Hey! Do you think my logic is wrong?
I wrote these two when pingbacks were not working. But I got busy and I could post only now.