Marital Status: Single. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

The generations of celluloid kids,
And Black and white hippy brats,
Produced multi color monitor tots,
Who in turn give birth to laptop lads,
We are the modern people,
Learn the life through the cable,
Earn and live is our motto, simple,
Tomorrow really exists in our bible,
Thirty percent of us still single,
Looking for a spouse who can twinkle,
To make our body and mind to be thrilled,
The way we get excited in window sill,
None excites us as we excite none,
available have no suitable person,
We are the happy singles, playing,
Games in online jungle, worrying,
Of the wrinkles once in a while,
Otherwise, contented with our smile,
Sometimes fake, sometimes real,
Generations of singles are, on the prowl.