Sleepless eyes weighing heavy with dreams,
Pushed as an athlete in the race of life
A mediocre human with a story filled with extremes
Munching hope for breakfast and paid in strife!
A knife edged path and a stony road
Being a predefined track to walk.
Envied if he’s fast, ridiculed if he slowed.
Changes the road but he’s still the object of their mock!
Chained with expectations and told he’s free,
Afraid of being constantly accused in the societal trials,
Caught in the perennial web of bills, loans and a barely there salary!
He’s exhausted and distraught, the eyes flood, while he paddles on and smiles!
Can't reach up to his aspirations and can't let go and be content,
Saddled with responsibilities and bottled up with frustration to always comply,
Lost in a perpetual money hunt without his own consent,
The mirror reflects a nameless blur but he’s popularly know as the “Indian Middle-Class Guy”!
Raghavendra B S