My Status Poem by Arvind Srivastava

My fingers are not capable enough to touch a cigarette
My heart never allowed the pain and burning to enter my heart
My eyes saw only light
My tongue never spoke the name of darkness

My meagre status saved me from borrowing money
The hawkers never chased me
Many accidents also avoided me
I did not utter a word of complaint even when my knee was broken
This happened again and again
My status showed the doctors the finger

Today again while tying the string of my trousers
I told my wife
Till our children grow old
We have to remain young, fresh and
With our status!