Pack the bags boys, gotta go now, earlier we leave, sooner we will reach,
Worked, all my sweat out, enough just to feed, but never to be rich.
All our dreams were scattered within the fews weeks we had arrived here,
Cursed us; in this time of Pandemic, this so called technically advanced city didn’t feed us, please embrace me there.
Mother, we are coming home, walking with my slipper on,
ignoring the pain of bone, we are coming home.
My brother, you don’t forget the count, we are all together when you hear someone make 37 sound,
Isn’t it amazing? We passed thousands of houses, but still no place for shelter for us,
Some got flu walking all night, but even white coated Doctor didn’t trust.
( scared if COVID 19 or flu, they don’t have needy equipments to check)
We all laughed at the empty bright black top highway and alignment, which were meant to connect our rural village with development,
We swear, we were thrilled when it was constructed and arrived here on deluxe bus,
But unfortunate us, in this wearisome period, even our long waited developmental treasure teases us.
“Useless morons, idiots, brainless, foolish” many people shouted many things at our act,
But people called public leaders emptied all the grants and donations, noone react.
Village officer said impossible to send a aid from here, urged city municipality will take care of you there,
Lock up all the grains meant for us, vanish all the aids in air, “Pile up all these Sir, we blessed you to be multi millionaire.
Father, we are coming home, walking with my slipper on, ignoring Home Ministry to roam, just to have travel pass with our name own, we are coming home.
We are needy, we are poor, but we are not a begger,
Carried bags of sand, loads of garbage, to make your city better.
Arrived here with dream of bright future, a week without work, now can’t fetch a glass of water,
Oh God! We gonna die of starvation, but now, only death of COVID-19 victims matter.