Neighbor Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
Neighbor
He was on the plane next seat,
Doesnt mind if he touches my hand,
Whereas I cannot accept that;
I move away.
He after some time does it again.
I wonder: then, I think perhaps
A conditioned reflex for me
That it is an invasion of privacy:
He doesn’t think so,
And what is wrong in that?
If space is limited, and so
If I touch my neighbour,
Why should that be looked down upon?
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8/15/2025 1:42:20 PM # 1.0.0
Dear friend! This is a good introspection. But let me tell u about India and other third world countries, Here people travel in jakm-packed buses and trains and autorikshaws etc. etc. Not only hand everything of every body touches the other.