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- Perils of a Migrant Worker - October 24, 2018
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This poem discusses the emotions of a Migrant Worker who move away from their homes located in rural places to urban cities in search of work and to earn a living to support their family. It addresses a plea of such workers to seek basic human rights and a life of dignity for themselves with basic standard of living.
In search of livelihood I walk away,
Away from those who care and stay,
Stay in my heart as the ones I love,
Yet every city offers me less money & a life which is tough,
My perils are unheard, my silent cry less spoken of…
In the name of dignity I lay every night in dust,
Beholding my faith in some justice from the gods,
I seek my humane rights to be saved from lust,
Lust for a life away from unequal treatment and crime,
Hating the privileged who have it all and yet are not satisfied,
Oh! Its time now that I am treated as humane as it should be,
Will my perils be ever heard & acted upon as it should be?
I await my rights, silently as I have tried to raise my concerns,
But none could ever hear me as my soul seeking dignity burns!