WINGS OF LIBERATION
A poem I had penned to express the plight of migrant workers who have always had to face a lot of upheaval. The current scenario has caused them to undergo a lot of hardships... Inured I am to these hardships , Not a roof, not an asset to claim ownership . The spade that I use to dig the ground, has made me a helpless, im poverished hound My daughter whose right was to attain education, is burdened with household ballast due to my abdication And my son, whose right was the same, Is also bereft, a dropout, all my blame Albeit all the draconian, punitive labour. The affluent keep us clandestine, d o no favour. Mum we remain for those scanty bucks Never enough to fill our bellies, that’s our melancholic luck. Like an obscured enchantment, we are trapped in poverty To eschew this bastille, w...