Fruits of labour who are actually enjoying in the world?
Not the hard working lot nor the ever suffering poor;
But all others not connected to the farmers and workers!
The forever toiling lot, talented ones and selfless poor
Work ever for the well being of all in the world whether
They are honoured or left out uncared for forever sure..!
Only the in-between agents and brokers reap the harvest
Buying the farm produces and industrial products at a!
Down to the basement rate and push them in the far market!
Unable to sell the goods long and at best price, many
Dispose off the stocks lying idle in the go downs long
For any price to stop high rising debt burdens at home!
This is the irony of fate glaringly giggling at meek ones
In the world full of jackals thriving on others labour...!
Very eye opening write about people not enjoying the fruits of their labor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true that full of jackals thrive on others labor.