Labour Life! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

I Not Know of,
What to Write of,
Labour Day;
For there is a lot,
To Tell & Yell!

Born of a Womb,
Seen the World,
After Nine Months
Inside Struggle;
Finally Light After,
A Hard Fought Labour!

A Survival Plight,
A Life's Struggle,
Thus had Begun,
Sane or Sinned,
Wane or In Vain!

Brush for Boots,
Bricks for Build,
Sickle for Farm,
Migrate for Work,
No Bag of Books,
Childhood of Bugs!

Torn Shoes,
Tears of Sweat,
Food after Late,
Fate of Hate,
Liberty to Cry,
Freedom to Scream,
Adulthood of Dogs!

Short of Wealth,
Skeleton Health,
Falter of a Shelter,
Flock for Woes,
Dreams that Fade,
Poverty that Invades,
Middle Age of Pigs!

Not Un-Common,
Of A Common Man;
A Daily Labourer,
Of Third Class!

On Any-time Roll-off,
Sheepish Payroll's,
Pinkfish Pay Slip,
Deemed Damn Lucky!

Comedy Like,
A Chaplin Movie;
Ready for a,
Death Door Knock;
Tragedy Like,
A Revolution in History!