They are poor
Don't have money
But rich like king
And sweet as honey
They are polite
Tough as mountain
Devoted to their job
Innocent as fountain
They create the world
Using their minds
Change fate of nation
They are their kinds
They are labours
Pillars of economy
Yet long for a penny
Trapped in autonomy
Lock down affected a lot
Made them totally jobless
Laid them to starvation
Deprived all to be homeless
No government no NGOs
Nobody helped poors
They walked on foot (1000s of miles)
Just to reach their doors
Some lost lives on track
Some lost lives on way
Yet they moved on & on
In the hope of new ray
We celebrate Labour Day
Salute their contribution
But forgot their hardwork
In our political distribution
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
They are poor
Don't have money
But rich like king
And sweet as honey
They are polite
Tough as mountain
Devoted to their job
Innocent as fountain
They create the world
Using their minds
Change fate of nation
They are their kinds
They are labours
Pillars of economy
Yet long for a penny
Trapped in autonomy
Lock down affected a lot
Made them totally jobless
Laid them to starvation
Deprived all to be homeless
No government no NGOs
Nobody helped poors
They walked on foot (1000s of miles)
Just to reach their doors
Some lost lives on track
Some lost lives on way
Yet they moved on & on
In the hope of new ray
We celebrate Labour Day
Salute their contribution
But forgot their hardwork
In our political distribution
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