Fragrance Of Dirty Hands

Diamonds, Ruby are precious

Blue Sapphire is special

All difference is just

They look beautiful hence they worth

But we never noticed the real Diamonds

We have, all around the world

Each is dependent on them

They serving us for years

Asking no fee in return

This is an unusual love

Cooking-Washing-Cleaning-Building

To serve us they even skip their learning

All guessing who are they

We mould them like clay

Between roads of garbage

They live in severe shortage

They have Hemispam

Nailed arms with those dirty hands

Still, they create the scent of the fragrance

They are best

We just made the mistake of not recognising them

Teaching them their level

Never realized God

Because of them only we are properly settled

Foreigners are independent

They do everything themselves

At least we are lucky

While going to work or waking up

We get breakfast ready

House clean, everything set

And we say "yippie"

Ever thought about who are they

They are those labourers

Who serves us in a special way

Human! They are attackers none kidnappers

They are our that feel

Because of whom we have learnt manners

Once a year a day comes

To make us their unusual love

Friends make this single day worthy for them

We may do our work own

But trust me

No one can give us love diamonds better than them!!

WRITTEN TO HIGHLIGHT LABOURS, UNUSUAL LOVE, THEY SHOW TO US.