a poem by Sailaja Dwarsala, India
Destiny drove them to distant landsLeaving behind their near and dearEyes brimming up with dreamsHopes of earning rocketing higherThey sweated and fretted and fumed The luring future is the only comfort assumed When all at once they'r squeezed into the whirl of CoronaBewildered and shattered and fled Desperate to reach their rootNo buses no trains except their footWalked and walked and walked Lied down on the death track collapsed Deaf to the deafening death they sleptCrushed and scattered all in dismayLeft the world unnoticed just as they A little clamor and a few nonchalant comments That's all they achieved as a final respite.Hail the Hypocrisy! Thou art great!About the sad plight of migrant laborers in India caused by the pandemic Covid 19.
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