In his isolated land,

Surrounded by his clan,

He sat wondering who

Would initiate the words few.

Waiting waiting and waiting,

He was tired of the betting,

Taking out his tiny phone,

He played in the safer zone.

Receiving a reply,

He released a relieving sigh,

And the threads went on,

For a while, long and long.

Mom's call was her cue,

For her night curfew,

Ending the talks abrupt,

Their hearts, smile did corrupt.