Empty classrooms

Abandoned desks

No eager chatting

No nervousness for tests

Offices are desserted

All alerted

And aware

Oh it’s so depressing

Worse than a nightmare

Some people who can’t

Work from home as everyone

Are there in these times

Since the pandemic begun

All those people

Named as “labours”

No one regards them as humans

Suffering as a tabour

Innocent children

Helpless adults

Walking and walking

Till their feet burn

Doctor’s shifts never end

Risking their lives

They work without a bend

Far from their children and wives

Cleanness workers

Working harder than ever

Throwing themselves in a bed of bacteria

So that we can sleep without fever

While we find it hard

To comfortably sit and make art

They suffer in lives every part.

While we are enjoying

Recipes of tart.......

They are pulling their family

And self respect in a cart

Let this piece of paper

Blotted with ink

Incline you to think..........