I came with my ambition to your Fairy Land,
It was definitely my Dream Land.
Miles behind I had left my home,
Door to door in search of a job I roam.
In the slums, I found a little space,
Every day, I walk miles for work in this race.
Various high rise buildings were built with my sweat,
The rich enjoyed while I toiled and wept.
At dusk, I would sometimes get a few coins,
To meet expenses for two square meals, every work I join.
I worked hard with a dream to send my child to school,
So that he would be educated, and life shall be cool.
This month I will get clothes for my family,
In the morning, my labour friends were called for assembly.
A deadly virus has spread its pangs in this space,
My employer told me to leave the work place.
With a heavy heart, I came home,
No work, no food, even no sympathy shown.
There was total lockdown far and wide,
Poverty smiled and came to my side.
My family was starving all in vain,
We suffered with hunger and in pain.
From dawn to dusk, no one had anything to say,
We were tortured all through March, April and now came May.
1st May is celebrated as Labour Day,
But for us it’s a worst day.
I am going back with my family to my hometown,
To be with my parents, old and lonely with future down.
The road is hot and dusty, journey so long,
But we have to walk with swollen feet, painful like thorn.
Miles and miles we walked with hunger, thirst, dreading quarantine,
On reaching home I found my parents gone, engulfed by Covid 19.