All those restless days,
And sleepless nights,
We sow the seeds of hope in the soil,
Hoping for a slight ray of light in our lives.

We feed the world,
But in turn my wives and children
Starve without uttering a word,
I can't see them that way, now I am done!

My workers work for endless working hours,
All they expect is some mercy of God!
Walking through all the storms of unpredictable weather,
And their families struggling through all odds.

All we demand for,
Is what we deserve!
We don't want the fraud money,
We just want our wages that we own.

© Yukta Rane