the labourers

the labourers

not for me not for you

today, let it be for THEM

today, let’s dedicate our will

for the ones who are not at ease

the ones who know NO comforts

they who burn their skin everyday in the sun

for a few coins to buy their children the cheapest bread

they who chose to sweat but not to beg

they build houses with all comforts for the rich

get to dream their dreams lying on hard bricks

they who clean the roads for the rest

no access to basic washrooms to themselves

they who give drives in fancy cars to the master

get to walk 20 miles to reach to work

there are millions of them out there

facing life with such tremendous courage

today, let’s salute their will

for they are powerful enough

never to give up

but to challenge life every second

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I salute Mr. Cobbler

I salute Mr. Cobbler

he sits by the roadside everyday

with his tools placed on a cloth in front

a few shoe soles hung on a board behind him

sewing a broken shoe or polishing another

he is the one who mends people’s shoes

struggles for a little shade on a summer noon

barely makes enough for his family to eat dinner

his children never ask him for a gift

for they don’t want to break their father’s heart

they greet him well when he returns back home

they respect his courage to touch everyone’s shoes

the cobbler then sits with his family

all of them relish a few dried pieces of bread TOGETHER

I salute you Mr. Cobbler

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the Labourers

the Labourers

not for me not for you

today, let it be for THEM

today, let’s dedicate our will

for the ones who are not at ease

the ones who know NO comforts

they who burn their skin everyday in the sun

for a few coins to buy their children the cheapest bread

they who chose to sweat but not to beg

they build houses with all comforts for the rich

get to dream their dreams lying on hard bricks

they who clean the roads for the rest

no access to basic washrooms to themselves

they who give drives in fancy cars to the master

get to walk 20 miles to reach to work

there are millions of them out there

facing life with such tremendous courage

today, let’s salute their will

for they are powerful enough

never to give up

but to challenge life every second

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The Cobbler

The Cobbler

he sits by the roadside everyday

with his tools placed on a cloth in front

a few shoe soles hung on a board behind him

sewing a broken shoe or polishing another

he is the one who mends people’s shoes

struggles for a little shade on a summer noon

barely makes enough for his family to eat dinner

his children never ask him for a gift

for they don’t want to break their father’s heart

they greet him well when he returns back home

they respect his courage to touch everyone’s shoes

the cobbler then sits with his family

all of them relish a few dried pieces of bread TOGETHER

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Is she a Mother any less!

Is she a Mother any less!

privileges, she got none

deprived of life

scarcity, her only bid

her face not flawless

the scent of her body

disturbing, unpleasant

in the name of luxury to her child

she only has her lap to offer

in the name of cuisines

she got bread tasteless

she is his only comfort car

in her arms

she takes him to places

every night

as she watches him sleeping

she asks herself

for her offerings meagre

the fact that she is poor

is she a mother any less

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