THE SACRIFICE OF ONE GENERATION

Before I type this poem, I need to tell why I wrote this. The other day I was at work and saw a boy who hardly must be 18. From his face I could make out he had come from the north, that is a several hundred miles just to work here. I could see the pain and tiredness in his face but still this boy wonder smiled wide every time he was given a task by his employer. I am sure he was earning not more than a few thousands ( very low even by Indian standards), but made me wonder how useful it would be to his folks back home.

They travel a hundred miles or maybe more
In search of a job rather furore.
You blame them not in case they rot
In a hometown, which seldom taught.

Is it why they travel a hundred miles?
Or is it to give their family a reason to smile?
We do not know if it's peace they find,
But all we know is they are forced into a bind.

The happiness of the job is not their priority
Its more about the smallest currency.
Brothers and sisters now bond with history
With future uncertain, their life is a mystery.

It makes you wonder why they travel a hundred miles,
Maybe because they dream their children living in style.
If only it could make life a fruitful garden,
Their life would be purposeful, though trodden.

Some go a hundred and some even more
Hoping that tomorrow, life would soar.
Its about THE SACRIFICE OF this ONE GENERATION
That would make life easier for their entire population.