The poem stands dedicated to manual scavengers. The poem stands dedicated to manual scavengers.

Who are we? just that cog in a wheel; Broken and alone, or together as one! Who are we? just that cog in a wheel; Broken and alone, or together as one!

They live with memories that haunt, Living or dead? They live with memories that haunt, Living or dead?

She fought solitary and absorbed it alone ... her sufferings remain obscured...and today she is left... She fought solitary and absorbed it alone ... her sufferings remain obscured...a...

Pity the souls that can’t find God, Pity the souls that can’t find God,

But I'm afraid I can't go past the invisible wall But I'm afraid I can't go past the invisible wall