Bonded by bonds of love
Laboring
for a better tomorrow
Working
at heights, frequented by the dove
We’ve
no time for happiness or sorrow!
In
others’ fields we’re the oxen
Ploughing,
tilling, sowing, harvesting
In
factories we inhale fumes toxins
We
waste no time in pondering!
We
are the laborers, carpenters, masons
farmers,
cobblers, tailors, workers
Because
of whom our economy runs.
Small
or big, our might matters!
We
vow to wipe out all disparity
On such lofty aims, we set our sights!
On
this day, we pledge our solidarity
to
the cause of our (workers’) rights.
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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