Price, Pension And Prestige Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Price, pension and prestige,
Ae all need.
And why not?
We are the roots
Of this society.
We are the food giver,
We are farmers.
When you, the servants
And our representative-
Getting all the facilities,
Proper and improper,
And enjoying life,
Why not we?
Give us the exact price,
And take care of us at old age,
Give us pension and
Give proper prestige
All the time to come,
We are number one citizen,
Recognize us in all functions.