Celebrating May Day For Them

Lito, a boy of twelve was walking along An old, broken street of the sun browned, Dusts attached, smoke emitting town Lonely, long way he was passing Through heat waves, bad odor, Horn blaring, noisy, charmless morning, At noon leaves were falling around Environment turned into dry, harsh In the shadowless just new desert Rubbishes gathered here and there Old vehicles splashed dirty water to him He was bored, tired, exhausted but silent; He halted under a tall building In a five feet tall paper roofed square hut An old woman was there lying on the soil Mother, the only alive person in his world He began taking care of her carefully But she closed her eyes for last At that loving and caring face he stared Then the vacant world in front of him, Some people from nearby orphanage came For funeral and praying salvation for the soul By the evening all of them went away Nobody was to care of the boy; Night fell on, deep darkness in and out His eyes went wet for the whole night, Heart shed blood, But two leaps bit each other tightly; A storm rose at early dawn He was alarmed, scared Dirty water from the roof of the tall building Drenched him, storm damaged his hut And flew him away at a mill gate, And entangled him with a wheel there, The inborn work managed his luck, Now he is a mill man like other men Toiling whole day with a small break In a risky environment, Enjoying healthy diet is rare in nasty slum, Happiness, sadness, solvency, poverty Are unknown to him He is indifferent or attentive is not perceived He does not know how fun in life No dear or fair one, he is all alone No scope to find the meaning of life In self sacrificing, obedient to owners' mind; You, the owners and the employers Are enjoying all the facilities And neglecting them For whom you are lucky today they are wretched, Take the vows with mercy for them To pay them properly in time, Behave them well and feed them what you eat, Ensure their rights and safety environment.