The Traumas of a Common Man

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The Traumas of a Common man
1.35 liters of petrol will cost you hundred bucks
The prices are increasing and it just sucks
The government says it is handling the problems
It’s just another lie concealed behind the emblem

The woes of common man are not one but many
More than his earnings he spends his money
Even the rates of fruits & vegetables are high
And in Kingfisher airlines people rarely fly

30,000 Rs is the cost of just 10 grams of gold
With adulterations the rations are being sold
The farms are being converted into plots
The works of our government are just blots

Many families are dependent on one man
He tries to bear the burden as much as he can
But with price hikes his efforts go in vain
Cleverly he hides from family & suffers pain

Corruption has infiltrated our society
The jobbery has added to bourgeois’ anxiety
Plebian doesn’t have guts to take a stand
Even if he does, none joins with him hand

Unemployment of youth in our nation is on rise
The Politicians turn deaf ears to our yells & cries
They easily forget that we have chosen them
Like roots we descend & they ascend like stem


The commoner has the power to bring a change
But authorities inhibit him and often derange
With such an adversary he balks to fight
Even after being deprived of his basic rights

Truth is that we are pseudo developing nation
Underdeveloped we are but blinded by illation
To the poor & the rich it doesn’t have any affects
The middle class has to bear all the aftereffects

In need of a messiah & we await for one
Who can ameliorate the lives of everyone
Unaware that such a power does reside
Within everyone somewhere dormant inside

                                        ~ SURYA
                                        Battling the can of worms

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