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Jul 2021
*****, basket in hand
They sit on the sidewalk.
Work if someone calls
Then there will be cooking at home that day.

Helper, Earth cutter, Stone crusher, Mason
There is no descent work.

The work that gets in hand, performs all day long
Throughout the morning till evening.

In this way, year after year, their family goes on
Working by their hands, talking about life.

They come from from far away villages
Hoping for a little work in town-
Maybe there was a piece of land
But there is none, due to the flood.

In statistics, they are floating crowds
No one takes any account on them
Does anyone know, what they are talking about?
Day laborers come from the village to town with great expectation to lead a better, however, there lives do not improve much!
Hakikur Rahman
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Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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