A press of a button sends a message
In a second message is delivered
We play the game of busy
And make another human yearn
After reading the message
Reply instantly pops out in the mind
But we wait for long enough
To demonstrate the busy
Though in the interval
Nothing changes inside us
And the ticking time outside
For the sake of waiting
We create an artificial silence
Why does it at all?
Can’t we just be genuine
And show the interest
Dislike and move on?
When the medium was slow
Love grew organically
When the medium was quick
We added lag
Let’s be true and show desperation
And acknowledge the missing love
Let’s bind together before biases
Take over the feelings