A Shade of Life

I just sneaked out through the curtains of my bedroom to see if it was too hot to go out.  All I saw was this beautiful scene through my window. Two tired women labourers having a siesta on the construction site after hard laborious work for hours before lunch. As the sun was straight up, all they could manage was a little shade of the adjacent building. Atleast the dead building had some alive mercy for them. All day they fill concrete mortar with the spades lying next to them and carry it to build houses that they would never inhabit. Once the construction gets over the security guard would not even allow them to stand outside its gate to admire their own sweat and blood.   They would be clearly outcasted from its premises. The people who would enjoy the luxuries and comforts of this apartment building would not let these poor women to even enjoy an eye full sight of the legacy they built baking under heat and dust. These women would go into oblivion on the very first day the building would come into existence. 

But they still work. Not that they do not feel the pain for their plight, but for they have stomachs to feed. So they work and work from dawn to dusk.

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So here is a poem I exclusively dedicate to them.

                                                         

From dawn to dusk

From home to work.

Under the heat of the day               

They sweat and sulk.

No regards, no appreciation.

No love no recognition.

Only for the sake of bread

They shed sweat with dedication.

A break from work in the mid day

to bring back strength for the remaining day

to carry bricks and sand on their body

they eat first meal of the day.

Tomorrow when this would be over,

They'll only get pity wages to shower

For its owners to recognize 

Once a bare land but now a paradise.

These women would go into oblivion on the very first day the building would come into existence. 

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