I See Them And Think Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I see the women at work,
Picking up bricks,
With the brick-load on the head
Going up,
Coming down the scaffold
Or the staircase,
Working under heat and dust,
Day and night,
Doing the construction work,
Passing the nights in a tent,
Under the skies
With labourers
Strange and unknown
And losing identities.

You see them and tell me,
How they look like,
How their faces and structures,
What had they been
And what have they become!