Jack Pot Poems

Migrant

Like a bird, I migrate

In search of Money

To live.

Hardships fill my life

Hard labour defines me,

My purpose lingers around

Feeding my family and the needy.

Migrant's life

Without hope, with prayers

Waiting for upliftment

That never happens!

Living in a place

With my unique language

Nobody understands

Only perceiving my needs

Becoming voiceless in crisis

Dwelling in a pace Where

Corona hits huge,

Sudden lock down envelopes

me!!

Locking my life to a building

With other migrants.

I'm an illiterate

Knowing that crisis unties

people.

 

Could not tolerate anymore

I escaped

Walking miles after miles

With nothing to live

Covered distance on foot

Collapsed on road

At the glimpse of rescue

Vehicle

I prefer death to life

Pandemic reveals," it is very

difficult to be a migrant."

                                  -----J.Hindu Sree