KINGS OF TOXIC DUST.

The hammers running ceaselessly fixing nails,

hands working without a pause, bleed and swell,

Unfelt agony behind suppressed words and unheard painful tales,

Millions blossom and dwindle everyday, unrecognised millions dwell.

Heads bearing burden of bricks and young hair turning grey,

shrinking fingers and wrinkling faces before they age,

sunken eyes tearing the dust of despair and dismay,

blank pages of destiny burn in the flames of illiteracy, working on wage.

This section of the society, most hardworking yet swallowing buns of starvation,

cradling in the hands of poverty and sleeping beneath the shroud of malnutrition,

the sweat dripping under the sun fetches hand to mouth or insufficient,

most hazardous and toxic is inhumane behaviour they bear, being patient and tolerant.

It's high time we speak and discuss about the fading part of our growing society,

where development seems to be diminishing or staying stagnant until eternity,

the pivots, yet the most unsung, need to be brought under the frame of progress,

gratitude isn't enough, actions and executions are called for, to eradicate the distress.