Middle Class Man And His Life Poem by Seema Aarella

His life a boat wobbling in tides
His dreams a roller coaster ride
An employee earning just enough
Leading a decent life was tough

A wife who saves every penny
For her needs she doesn’t spend any
Starves herself, feeds all to content
Dedicated mother, her pains are silent

His son a spoilt brat at college
His spending high, marks average
Taken for granted his parents care
Of middle class struggles he’s unaware

Her daughter grown to be married
From her birth her father was worried
Rupee by rupee he saved for her
For good groom, a life little better

Handful of salary, spent by the tenth
Credit from friends to push the month
Bills, payments and ration to be brought
He crumbles at the very thought

On way to work, outside a shrine
He stops to pray, not for luck to shine
But for strength and courage
To raise his family to better stage

Faded old dress, worn out shoes
A beedi to smoke away his woes
Swinging the box, stuffed with curd rice
Synonymous to his life that lacked spice