The Pang of the Middle Class
You look down and see
There are lot of people with out proper meal
On the street beg children
Thousands of people without sanitation
And you take a pang
In your mind always moves a plan
How to develop
How to uplift them
And you live nearer to them,
Just above their rung
They look up and see you
And call you all the bad names
But the crux of the fun is that
They all like to be like you middle rich man
But the opposite happens
When you look up
And see those fantastic men
Who rides the uppermost rung
With wonder you find
For you there is no sympathy
Rather they look at you frowning down
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