How Can I Wait Poem by Arvind Srivastava

How can I wait
When there is not a single penny in my pocket
In the name of ancestral heritage
A broken roof and two or four torn and tattered books of poetry
The most useless books of today

A lot of spit in the throat

And inertia such that
If someone riddles me with bullets
I won't even utter a word

A hollow mask of respect
Left by my forefathers
So that the generation remains away from immorality
A rag of advice
But pretending to cover myself in a long sheet
With the wishes of some royal dream
How can I wait

When the whole century
Is locked in the remote
And the life system
Mortgaged in the hands of traders
Rulers of the world are after me
Against love
Instead of love
There is a boom in the market of sex shopping
And
Sensitivities have been reduced to

Only poems So this is not a time for expanding love or waiting!

©® Arvind Srivastava,
India