Saga of  Migrant Labourers

O, God for what crime labourers are subjected to distress,

Glory of the world by them, they are so depressed!

 In blistering sun, thirsty and exhausted without sleepers

No relief for them, these helpless comforts – seekers.

Round the clock earning has been their mission

By their toil and efforts gets comfort every rich man .

But kicks and wails are writ large in their fate

Are they only to carry covid’s condemn & hate!

Arriving to villages they are treated like untouchables

Breathing heavy sit somewhere bursting like bubbles

Indian history is full of charity and donations,

But stranded labourers only face misery and tensions.

They set out with golden dreams in their heart ,

Alas! See their plight absolutely worn & torn apart,

They are always active, agile with determination

To sweep out crisis from all parts of nation.

They keep ready every moment near and dears,

To guard nation to the last breath with no fears.

How these migrant labourers will survive with children?

How the future of nation will be brighten ?

If these will moarn & fret with children

The fortune of nation would be dismally shaken.

                                                                                                                              

   ALFA