MIDDLE CLASS DREAMS

The dreams....

To touch the Pinnacle

while standing at the foot of a hill.

To bloom like a sacred Lotus

 in a pool full of slush.

To establish oneself,

detached from the world of hordes.

To spread own scent,

like wild jasmine blossom in woods.

Inferring the bitter truth about the life of a middle class,

struggling for existence.

The dreams; rare and spesh...

Silently witnesses many tussles and sacrifices of a middle class father,

moulding ample opportunities for his dreaming child.

Hopes in tender watery eyes,

and never-ending enthusiasm in his deed.

The dreams; blessed with the prayers

 of an affectionate mother.

Nourished with nutritious foods and

protected from foes by her.

The dreams; serene and priceless...

costs many sleepless nights,

takes herculean efforts,

needs huge tenacity and

consumes keen perseverance.

Even so these are unparalleled and

at premium middle-class dreams.