Two Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

We two're inseparable.
He's a patient listener,
I'm a master of Blah...
I envy his coolness and
lees talking.
Sometime when I'm restless
and angry, he's there
simply watching me
without a word.
That comforts me, for
I need only his company.
It's great, I always
forget that he's around and
thinking of me.
A guilt makes me sad that
I don't care for him and
selfishly just take him
for granted. And if I say
something like that
he'll leave me.
I simply can't imagine that.
It'll be the end....
of hope, courage, joy
and everything.