Who are you these people
Who seem alien to this part of earth

Forced out from their part and uninvited to our part of earth

Different language, different body odor, different Life
From this part of earth

These different people, build our homes, dress our hair and work in our hotels

All they demand and need is less food to shell out their strength again tomorrow
And shelter size of umbrella

All their happenings and happiness is with their Phone
From their songs to connecting with dear ones in other part of earth

Are they our servants or migrants to create mayhem to this place

Yet without protesting they laid road for our place to develop

Don't they feel forlorn leaving their mom, aunt, sister and lover and living in rags to sending them their savings for food

Their mom cries at night for this unfed fellow at alien place
And these fella too cry missing their tender tiny tot

Sun or storm doesn't stop them laying roads and building homes

These simple people never recess from their work

But everything stopped by this pandemic

These simple people crave for alms, a banana and water to quench their thirst during Pandemic

Universe would not forgive if we have dearth of empathy and love for these people
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