Blood runs through every vein
But it’s so deeply thick
In the hands that till, break stones,
Carry the unrelenting burdens
Of the lethargic throngs,
Wearing the grief-stricken faces
Long buried into hungry bellies,
Bloated, gloated, sunken eyes
Almost starved to living deaths...!
Some seem frozen, useless
In the coldness of the classes
That (mis)use exploiting brain to reap
The harvests of hard toils,
Some tinge the scorching sun above
From their naked hot earth;
The working heads absorb the heat
Of the exhaustion untiringly
All along their thirsty, crusty fields
Saturated with their cascading sweats
Releasing food for the millions.
Being unsheltered heads
They take pleasure in erecting
Nothing but the multi-storied shelters
For the needy people of the country...!