Diary Poetry


Why This?

These are the illustrations that revolved in my mind when I saw the view of labourers working in the featured picture. I was able to form a conception about the story of an ordinary labourer and what all sorts of hardships he face.

Here it Begins..

Expertise in such a sphere
Isn’t memorized but inherited from within.
It’s a skill refined when the blood relations
Are in can of worms.
There’s not a tint fright in their eyeballs
Whether it’s spark of fire
Or heavy logs or unbalanced bricks
Because they reflect only to the hardships.
Their job is trained only at the workplace
No internship is available for the same.
They are just the preys of penury
And they perform their job
With utmost perspiring exertion.

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