Migrants
They work with their Hands.
Heart breaking way of Urban
unconcern is new to these
sons and daughters of soil.
The native soil, language and
food. All that is familiar and
they loved deprived by the
longing to undo the grip of
Poverty. Moving away from
the comfort of a meager Home
and Hearth. Having buried
their Hearts in the village and
toiling in Urban unfamiliarity.
Uprooted but Hopeful lives
Now with upended Hope...
Love & Grace