The migrant labourers and workers
Their pity and worries and woes
Disturb me inwardly to
Think about them,
Their lives and conditions.
The staggered and stranded people
On the footpaths of life
Going a long way unaware of
What it may befall them,
Unaware of what it lies ahead of.
I feel sorry to see them,
They going with bag and baggage,
Luggage clumsy and uncouth,
Poorly dressed, poorly fed people
Walking on the side paths of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The sight of returning home of migrant labourers and workers with bags and baggages amid Coronavirus is much painful. A heart touching inscription has been made by you in this poem. Thanks for sharing.