Shame on you, country!
Shame on you!
How you treat your people? How? Tell me?
You pack migrant labourers like cattle into trains
And send them across scorching heat
Without food or water,
Some of them die, on board ,
Other day,
A little boy without knowing his mother already out of all bounds
Tugged the anchal of his mother,
Thinking by his tugs , his mother would wake up and give him milk,
Another day
Some labourers died
For they being tired like hell
Slept on railway tracks
And a train rushed through them;
Shame on you , country!
Shame!
~ Moinak Dutta
Kolkata, India