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Tanha Shayar Hu Yash

Abstract Tragedy


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Tanha Shayar Hu Yash

Abstract Tragedy


Labour In Covid 19

Labour In Covid 19

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What do you do in the end,

Sat tired

There was no bread to eat.

No work was expected

No roof was left

Neither used to wash to cover the body.


Worked from morning to evening

Then the next day's house was full

Little was expected from life

Even before the ration was not filled.


Poverty had broken some back

God used to decorate us on that too

Spread such pestilence

I died in it, who used to die earlier.


Lakhs have been found, there are blisters in the legs

What is the punishment for us

Are only my actions black?

What kind of agony is my insult

Those whose palaces are built there are also mine.


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