No Labor Lost Poem by vidyut chakraborty

When a famine struck woman gives birth of a child,
She cries in pain and then smiles in gain.
A pleasure is born, not an edible grain.

When in drought a lone cloud is seen,
People exult and flatter.
Hopes flash on, not the pouring rain.

When you need a god and do not find one,
Your frustration overcomes its limit.
A friend comes up, not a true leader.

When your SOVEREIGNTY submits to MARKET FORCE
Your countrymen choose a wrong steed.
The Blinder is set, not a path finder.