Millions weary foot
Pacing along the steel grids and on the streets
En route to homeland
To unite with their love ones
From the countless plights
Pandemic is just another sufferance
Their miserable lives on earth
Is a pyre of ceaseless despair
The silent sighs
Is eloquent in their arid eyes
Agony is overruling
The hungry cry
Miles, they have to cross
Under the fierce sun
How can they stop?
Ailing parents waiting to their return
Circumfused in fear
They are walking
To escape from the Black Death
Touching their soil is their only hope
The silent shriek of the souls
Echoing abysmal
On humanitarian
Without any means of redressal
They are no cursed creatures
They have flesh and bones like us
The world has ever disregarded their emotions
Only because they are paupers
There is a gambit between stranglehold poverty and covet-19
Let’s watch who is winning
To guillotine these distress beings.
This poem is dedicated to those millions of migrant workers and their travails that pandemic has rendered them. They are walking thousands of miles emptied pocket, emptied stomach to reach home.