Poem: Plight of a migrant labourer
June 10, 2020
Bright summer morning The sun at the day’s behest, Walking a silent path Without knowing rest. Might sound like a perfect poem In a romanticized light, But to see it during the lockdown You might get a torn, wearied man’s sight. With a sack on the head and one around the shoulder Here … More Poem: Plight of a migrant labourer