Plight of Migrants
They came with high hopes, with stars in their eyes.
They came by train, bus and trucks to Chennai and Mumbai,
To Surat and Bengaluru, Punjab, Delhi and Kota,
Dreaming of making big, and securing their families.
They sold their meagre wealth, borrowed for one way Ticket,
Staying in shanties, constructing iconic edifices for rich,
Working from dawn to dusk, in heat and dust, rain or cold,
To eke out a living, to keep body and soul together.
When the time of reckoning comes, they become pawns,
Trudging thru unfamiliar paths, dying on road and tracks,
Hapless, forgotten, hungry men, women and children.
As the exodus unfolds, rich & Haves watch with closed eyes.
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