More human

In front of me
My pal sat
Busy in his own world.
At peace with himself,
Engrossed in his own thoughts
Serene in his pose.
It was then, I teased him out
With my thumb;
He returned to my world.
I guess, we can't really endure silence,
Can't stand long to the indifference,
Can't feel at peace with peace itself,
Can't love the love itself,
We begin to lose ourselves and we are shaken;
That only makes us more human.

Regards,

Vinod Jadhav,
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