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