Middle class are a majority group
That keep us in a loop
With the rich, they act rich
With poor, they don't hesitate to pitch.
Middle class have their home
That they call as their dome
They also have a car
That they use to go far.
They invariably have a child
Who grows up with pride
He has his own mind
Who goes abroad like his kind.
If it's a daughter, it's different
They cannot be indifferent
She always stays closeby
For parents to keep an eye.
Maids come and go
To keep the house in glow
Washing machines come into life
As the maid's absence is rife.
They long for a weekend
To spend time together and unwind
Eating out or entertainment
One of them is imminent.
They have to remain unfurled
If they should survive in this world
Then they will be called a success
Or else they will be in distress.