On This Day Of Labour Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Labour day
Gajanan Mishra

Where and how
I don't know
To invest my labour now!
Pandemic period is on
And see me at home
With empty belly.
To the best
I am appearing
Time 's test.
Nowhere
No one is ready to
Listen to my heart.
For money
Even my wife is leaving me.
Just a labourer I am,
I have no right to
Express my pleasure
My pain
My loss
My gain.
I am in full bondage.
Nothing is just
And no justice.
The flow of my life
Stopped with
Constant flux.
You said dear,
My right is to work only
And never to its fruits.
See, fruits of action
Also not my motive.
But dear,
How to get anything to eat,
Where from I get something
To cover my body!
Moreover, I know
I am yours
Everything is yours.
I am not thinking
About anything, true to words.
I know for me
Each day is a labour day.
I know you are my labour
You are my dear.
Year after year
I am your supporter,
I am messenger,
And I know
You are my care taker
My monitor
My lighter.
Thanks a lot
I am with you
On this day of labour.

Tapoban, Titilagarh, Balangir
9437366644
01.05.2021