We are all alone here doing mundane tasks, <br />The same morning declaring match stick, <br />Send the rays through the curtains of barracks, <br />Where the like minded people work as immigrants, <br />Open their eyes to follow the strict rules, <br />The same smooth breeze carries the nails of fingers, <br />To scratch the weeping hearts those hold the smiling faces, <br />Millions of us have circled the tardy earth, <br />To collect the printed papers those have the worth, <br />Is the ‘East’ the word of curse to have the myths? <br />We may not know the answer, as we have failed in Math, <br />Multiplication of money and metals in the concrete jungle, <br />We, the immigrant workers, build the dream castles.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-immigrants-3/
