Long March
Long March
In the cities, they slogged
Like slaves long and hard
All for the money they sent home
For life support and savings.
It is all ended, kitty money no more.
Long march they had begun
Longing for their homes
Stalked by death on the tracks
And even on the roads.
Sun beating them down
On the cruel highways
No cool shades, for it
Was not meant for walks.
Cast in the mould of outcaste
Will their home offer any solace?
Elsewhere blame game has already begun
After all, their votes still count.
Chappals and soaps being offered
SOPs in the big package, a zero
Blisters on their feet
Unmindful of the heat
The march continues
When and what will be the end?