Drenched in sweat under the scorching sun,
All I need is a smile on my kids face when they are fed!
Shouted at by my boss,
All I do is stay quite thinking my wife would starve if I lose this!
Each time my legs feel weak,
All I think is about my parent’s dream to have a proper roof above their heads!
Every while I miss my family,
All I do is ask Allah (God) for the strength to hold on!
When all my hopes are shattered,
All I try to do is build the hope of life within my kids!
Each time I see fathers driving their kids to school,
All I do is count every passing moment to be with mine!
I sincerely feel so sad seeing their plight! How do they bear, I wondered and thus decided to write about it! We are all so lucky, ain’t we? I know this will never do justice to what they suffer, but I promise I’ve put in my best!
Ishma Imroz
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The pictures were said so much and your poem did justice in depicting them word by word.
You have outclassed mine poetry. Seriously. Content is so wondrous. Keep it up wordpress mate!
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Aww thank you my friend!! Wallah it touched me to hear their plight!This is depicted in the poem I suppose! 😀 Awww that’s a bit too much to be pointed out I suppose, better than you? really?!! 😛 Thanks a ton Saiz! 😀
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Its actually was.
Appreciation requires the key notes, that I felt to point out here.
Yeah..much much…better ☺😊
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thnakyou my dear Bro! 🙂 May Allah bless us all!! Aameen
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Jazak Allah khair sister 🙂
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hehe Wa iyyaaki.. now plz don’t ask me what it is! 😉
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same to you
that means “Jazak Allah khair sister”
Hell! NO. I am not your sister. 😛 😀
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hahaa!!Good! 😛 ohh please I meant Brother! 😛 I don’t mind calling you a sis though! 😛 😉
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Ohh no..khud fans gaya main..:P
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hahah haan fas tho gaye ho aap!! 😛 Bilkul! 😉
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thankyou .. lol.. I am truly honored! Haha I feel I don’t deserve it much! 😛
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This was really good…so true for all those people out there.
Beautifully done ishma:)
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awww thankyou Sabah, my motivator!! I’m truly touched to hear them my sweety!! I can’t wait to read one of yours but… Truly missing your posts! 😦
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Aww..thanks,i am really happy to be the motivator of talented writer 😀
I tired something,check it out 🙂
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haha Lol.. ua the talented one here!! Am nothing compared to you! 😛 Ok
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lol…thank u..u make me smile!! 😀
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ahah I am truly privileged to be the reason for that smile! 😉
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Aw…. 😀
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First off hats to you for recognising the plight of the labourers. Born and brought up in Dubai, I would often see them toil in the hot scorching sun.
And secondly, beautiful words. A beautiful tribute.
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awww… thankyou my dear! Ikr… I felt the same, being brought up in Qatar I can still see their plight! I feel soo sad for them!! -_-
Thankyou for this beautiful appreciation, but for me it works more than a mere appreciation and means to me much more in the form of Motivations!! 😀 Thankyou Aaliya! Blessed are we to have a beautiful life! 😀
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This was beautiful!
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thankyou my dear! 😀
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My pleasure. 😀
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“Plight” is just right in your poetic description here. A problem that can’t be fixed because there are no solutions without foreboding consequences. The laborer could quit, but then where would his family be? Working in such hard conditions so that his family will live and his children will have chances. That’s love. And what is depicted is the cost of love. The phrases you have chosen effectively show the mind of this person who works with such loyalty. Thank you!
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Please do not thank me! I must be thanking you deeply! I feel so happy I could express it, it was a topic motivated by one of my close friends! I did not know whether I have done justice to their feelings though I have tried my best! Thank you for your sincere motivations though! 😉
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Hey Ishma! You’ve been a real support always and your posts are quite gripping. I’ve nominated you for Liebster Award. Please do visit my blog for the same.:-)
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awwwwwwwwwwww… thankyou my dear! :* The second nomination in a day? :O Really that too for same award .. haha!! I will get back to u asap! 😉
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You do deserve two of them!:-)
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hehe.. thanks m dear 😀
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Whenever I see labourers, it makes me realise how unfair the world can be! The work they do is something I never think I can. And if you ever talk to them you realise that most of them are really humble and loving.
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Truly!! MOST of them are humble and to see their eyes teary when they see small kids is a scene which will never leave my eyes! 😥 Thankyou my dear for your valuable comment!
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Awww. This is beautiful, reminds me of my own parents. I love how it depicts the hard and tough work some people are going through.
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So true my dear, every parent goes through them to take care of us! 🙂 Thankyou btw for this beautiful comment!! Makes me wanna write even more! 😉
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When we deny the poor and the vulnerable their own human dignity and capacity for freedom and choice, it becomes self-denial. It becomes a denial of both our collective and individual dignity, at all levels of society.
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True my friend, but unfortunately our society has been so corrupt and selfish that people tend to increase Self – denial and they donot understand their own mistakes!! May Allah protect us from such state! Ameen ya Rabbul Aalameen!
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Yeah true that
One of the greatest poet rightly said:
” zindagi bhar yun hi ghalati karte rahe Ghalib
Daagh chehrey pe hain aur aaina saaf karte rahe”.
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true… this is soo true!! 😦 Beautiful words my dear! 🙂
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So u know urdu …rite
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Urdu not really – hindi! 🙂
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Ati uttam !
Shramikon ka palayan shirshak mujhe atyadhik pasand aaya
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haha.. Alhmdulillah lol.. aap ithne difficult words math use karo! 😛
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Maine sirf …apke is post ka translation kiya hai
Plight of laborer which exactly translated as …shramikon ka palayan.
U said not urdu ….n hindi yes
So I tried to talk in Shudh hindi.
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haha I know.. but this hindi made me a lil off guard! 😛
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I love to learn n master langauges …I always try to postmartem of the words suffixes n prefixes… n to know the root word.
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oww… daym.. U must be good then! 😛 I ain’t so good at languages! 😉
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when a language dies, a way of understanding the world dies with it, a way of looking at the world.
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🙂 perfet wording.. I totally agree 😀
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