If it took hundreds of years for the Metaphysical poetry to receive the appreciation it deserved, if Emily Dickinson, Blake, Hopkins and Kafka died totally unknown, what chance do you stand Sachin.
Well these cases gives you a hope, that perhaps after centuries you will be received in a better way. By then you will be dead centuries back and it will make no difference to you.
Does fame make any difference to a poet's life? Fame does not cure the suffering and loneliness of being. Yes, though the temptation of fame is great, one should not expect it to cure your pain.
Appreciation? What is it? If poetry is a cry of pain, what difference does it make if you are told that you cry well or cry badly?