'Oh My Lord Pay Relief To Workers' - Poem by Kuldeep Ranga
Lives hammered by hammers,
with strokes of work for wafess
sweat ooze restlless as labours,
every second works & murmurs,
oh! ! ! My lord pay relief to these workers.....
With new hopes & wishes,
ordealy works for own riches,
for a glow of future,
timeless they work against nature,
still apart stay, oh! ! ! my lord pay,
relief to these worker.., ...
As beg rise & set in their own,
putting them beloved they run,
shaking their backs for curn of curn,
for sake of other & theirs slay,
oh! ! ! my lord please pay, to these faces of summers,
oh! ! ! My lord please pay,
relief to these worker........
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