Ah! They are born to be helplessly bare,
Haplessly thrown under the acute adversity's glare,
Predestined to be deprived of the basic needs' care!
Alas! A very few have time to stand, and at them, stare!
Ah! Dust and dirt are their beautifying cosmetics,
Scorpion stings and snake bites lead their wounds to septics,
Unhygienic water cause to break out their diarrhoea,
Alas! Mosquitoes cruelly pierce them to die of Malaria!
Alas! Sweats are never salty or pungent to them,
They play, without a consequence, their life's game,
They toil and strive until they miserably mingle with the soil,
Ah! After they burn for the Rich Engines, like petroleum oil!
O God! When will the Sun of their Destiny rise?
You alone know, when they will be paid a due prize.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 03.04 2018
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