AN ODE TO CONSTRUCTION WORKERS (NKP04)
By Adya Agarwal Gupta
In the day, the bulldozer sounds
Again and again, crushing the ground
I groan, annoyed as ever
If only I had realized earlier, then groan would I have ever?
I watch, I hear, I see them strive
They start bright and early and go beyond five
They merely blend into the noise
No one notices them, they are just a lost voice
High up in the air,
Closer to the sun than ever
Little safety measures by their side
Day after day, their duties they abide
Walking past them, I see sweat drip down
Yet, on their faces is a look of hope, not a frown
How do they do it?
I think, I wonder
What binds them to this harsh life?
How on earth do they survive?
With only a day of rest in their gist
To sleep or catch up on life they have missed
In their own country, no job is to be found
They leave the familiarity of their home ground
They come to a new world, with people they barely know
Some from their own village and some not so
These forgotten world changers
They sleep with strangers,
In claustrophobic bunks piled up high
So many crammed into one room, it would make you cry
Huddled and bunched tight,
Barely sleeping through the night
Thinking, thinking, wide awake
Trying to cure their heartache
Every night, all they long
Is the warmth of their house, but they strive to be strong
Saving every single penny, with a high hope
That for going home, there may be a slight scope
Their families are waiting,
Biting their nails, their hopes abating
When will my son return home?
When again will his feet feel this loam?
I stand there watching them work
Not a single corner do they shirk
Why was I annoyed? I should instead be admiring their determination
The very people who sculpt an entire nation!
Such perseverance was never found
No matter how much I look around
So I say this with all my heart
May your troubles end and may you have a fresh start
We should in fact be in their debt
And God knows they need all the help they can get
For all they have done and continue to do
It is our responsibility to rid them of being blue
We have proper homes, toilets, malls and stalls
All thanks to the construction workers! Thanks to them all!
So next time you see them give them a smile
And remember, thatโs all it takes to make someoneโs day, once in a while.
Very thoughtful piece , Adya!
I would never walk past a construction sight without thinking of your poem again. Lovely of you to share this !
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Thank you so much, it’s such a pleasure that you enjoyed this piece. ๐
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Indeed, the struggles of construction workers in metros deserve our attention, and this has been poignantly brought out in your poem.
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you think so too. I very much hope you enjoyed reading it! ๐
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Adya What a wonderful poem… and so emotional God Bless you for thinking of people whome you see everyday but do not understand them else you would definitely smile at them God Bless you
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Thank you so much! I’m so glad that you found it nice, emotional and thoughtful. ๐
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A very touching and emotional poem indeed.
Amazing how you were able to observe every minute detail that a construction worker goes through.
Keep writing.
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Adya very thought provoking! Thematically so grave, but never lacking in grace and rhythm. Well done!
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Dear Adya, You are a born writer and a poetess. Please pursue your career as an inspirational writer. I have forwarded your writings to all my friends and they have loads of appreciation for your work. Keep it up , God bless you.
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Best Regards
Kavita Aggarwal Chairperson MISA Chief Academic Advisor – JBCN Group of Schools. E-Mail kkaggarwal64@gmail.com M- 9967617490
On Mon, Aug 7, 2017 at 6:53 PM, ADYA’S ADVENTUROUS LIFE! wrote:
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Thank you so much! Your words mean so much to me, and I’m so flattered that you forwarded my writing to your friends, and that they too enjoyed it. But, my writing still has a LONG way to go from being amazing, though I really do appreciate your generous, kind words! ๐
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Beautiful, Adya. it’s important to remember that humanity has one thing in common and that is to be happy. Let’s have respect for the ‘invisible’ work that had to be done by others.
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Thank you so much! What you mentioned in your comment is extremely wise, and of course, so true! I know will always look up at construction workers as forgotten World Changers who deserve to be recognised. ๐
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True empathy!
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Thank you so much!
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A big heart and beautiful eyes full of empathy. Truly born write, Adya. Keep it up.
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Hello there you kind soul
Im one of those.
Day in and day out,
we go forward with Gods blessings to enjoy about.
One day,not so far from today,
our reward is portrayed.
Its not so much the money pay, but the laughter we enjoy in every moment we embrace.
Some humans enjoy a room,
we mostly enjoy the open areas of the mind that keep blooming from sunrise to dawn.
It may seem like their is not much room in a little corner, but when the mind is open the universe has spoken.
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