They Breaking The Stones For The Pathways Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under heat and dust
Scorching and ruffling them
They are making,
Making the roads,
Yah, the bituminous roads
Under burning heat
And dust
Ruffling them all
In summer,
The blazing sun of summer,
The heat and dust
Of Baisakh.

The coal tar is burning,
Sprinkling through
The rotator,
Being heated and splashed with,
Mixed with the concrete chips
And they working,
Working under
Heat and dust,
Heat scorching it all,
Dust, dust ruffling it all,
I mean the workers,
Labourers
And construction workers
Unaware of.