My Identity

Every day you see me,                        

Sometimes at the railway station,             

Sometimes at the bus station,                

Sometimes hanging in the local train,          

Trying hard not to pull the chain.     

                 

Sometimes I am your friend,                 

Sometimes a mere stranger,                 

But you don't treat me,                       

Just like a mere stranger.           

We speak of the weather,                     

We share the same seat every day,             

We share the same route every day,            

From Church gate to Byculla the entire way.            

I am the person sharing the rickshaw,          

I am the one sharing my thoughts,             

My dreams and my aspirations,               

Every day, every day with you.         

Can you Now Guess My Identity!!!!!!!                   

Yes, I am the Middle Class,                   

Hanging midway in all classes,               

With my dreams and my aspirations,           

Hoping for a better morrow.         

I am the Middle Class,                       

With morality the only virtue,                 

I don't share with others,                     

The upper class doesn't care for it,              

The lower can't afford it.                              

I am the Middle Class,                       

Burdened with the taxes,                    

Burdened with the relief funds,                

Burdened with the loans,                     

Burdened with the installments.      

But still hoping for a better morrow,           

'Cause "Achhe din ayenge",                   

When, how I don't know,                      

But " Achhe don ayenge".                

(Good days will come)