Labour In Covid 19
Labour In Covid 19
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.
