SALUTE TO LABOURS

My heart goes to those people, who had been working for us,

Tirelessly under the sun, and burning each of their fears,

The tender fingers have curled, and calloused are their hands,

Yet they work for us, so that humanity doesn't go in vain.

The doctors today in ICUs, or paramedics working,

They need courage to stand, and our praises are worthy,

Their eyes might be strained, but they never lose hope,

The machine might go wrong, but they work with hope.

The 'safai karmchari' as we say, or even maids at work,

Even in lockdown they come, so that every chore is done,

The gardeners, policemen, traffic police, everyone on duty,

This ode is for You, who care for us and work honestly.

I have no clue how smoothly everything goes, it's their work,

But I salute the labours, daily wage workers, masons and farmers,

We wouldn't have been alive, had you been dead already,

I wish not just May 01, we celebrate everyday for your beauty!