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...

 
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