Labour Day

Labourer's voice resounds in air.

 "How ironic! You celebrate 1st May

In my name without having a least idea

How did I spent my day. 

My wife was working in the noon's heat

wrapped in rags trying to 

hide her private parts,

my children collected left overs 

from the garbage boxes 

to satisfy their hunger and 

I burnt my skin in building 

a billioner's building"

Happy day's for labourer's?

How ironic!

With little or no little money

Under the dark covers 

Resting against the walls

on road side, in streets

Be it heavy showers or

May's scorching heat

I gaze at the stars waiting

For the sun to peep 

Behind the mountains

With a hope to find the new day's work

To feed those half nude tiny souls

My routine never changes!

May day! Labour's day!

You celebrate, why?

My status never changed

When they make a loud cry

The country, the society has changed.

Haha! Yes there is a visible change

The rich is becoming richer

The poor the poorer,

We raise sky larks with our sweat

You loose our sight,

The higher you go!

You will shake the bums

And say cheers too with that elite scotch

In 5 star hotels in the evening

Celebrating your victory on us

My cheer you can see 

In my face damped in tears

My shallow eyes ,empty vessels.

You talk of my food n shelter

Foot path is my domain

And left over in dust bins

Out side restaurants our food...

But listen, I am richer than you

I have nothing to loose

I live every day, I die every day

But I am contended,

I hv courage, patience

And compassion

That reflects in my hard work

I never question Almighty

For my status, as He knows the best,

You the billionaires! lost are your ethics

Hence I am in any way richer than you.

You too are labourers but

Bearing a tag as Billionaire's 

I am contented with nil possession

You multiply billions

With least contentment;

I am happy with my "nothing"

You are working to snatch "everything"

Mine is gratitude, your's greed

So happy labour's day to you too!!!!!