एक प्रवासी मजदूर | Ek pravasi Mazdoor.. Hindi emotional poem by Jagmohan Singh

Poem

एक प्रवासी मजदूर

मैं लंबी दूरी का राही हूं, तुम राह दिखाती जोत प्रिये । मैं कई दिनों का भूखा हूं, तुम भूखों को मारती मौत प्रिये ।

मैं तो ठहरा मजदूर भला, तुम हमपर बरसते कोड़े हो । मैं भूख के कारण गिर भी पड़ा, तुम पीटने तब भी दौड़े हो । मैं गाँव का सूखा भोजन हूं, तुम शहर के पिज्जा बर्गर हो । मैं मजबूत गरीब की बाजू हूं, तुम ज्ञानी दिमागी जर्जर हो ।

अभी आधी दूरी पार करी, अब आधी दूरी दूर प्रिये । देखो इतना चलते चलते, हो गया हूँ थक के चूर प्रिये ।

अब इक पल न ठहरेगा, इस शहर में देखो पांव मेरा । इससे तो बहुत ही बेहतर था, छोटा सा प्यारा गांव मेरा । इस शहर को अपना समझा था, ये शहर हमारा कहां रहा। रहकर इस शहर में देख लिया, न जाने कितना कष्ट सहा ।

बस..

एक रोटी ही तो चुराई थी, सब कहकर पीटते चोर प्रिये । बस गांव अपने जाऊं पहुंच, फिर देखूंगा न इस ओर प्रिये ।

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                                             जगमोहन सिंह

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Central idea:-

     In our country a big percentage of the citizens are below the poverty line and thus, are compelled to go to other states and cities as migrant labourers and workers. The situation isn't unknown or uncommon to anyone. They stay away from their hometown, and family and keep working to earn some money that would be a support for their loved ones far away in their home. Despite working so hard and at dangerous workplaces, their overall income is comparatively lower than that of a person whose profession is based on knowledge and brain work. Though the cycle wasn't so perfect it was going on all this time, until a sudden hit of the COVID-19 hit all of us. No one was prepared, nor these migrant labourers. 

     As a result of the lockdown, all of us were affected terribly but most of the middle class families did not come down to such a situation where we had to starve and stay completely unattended. But, this was what happened with these workers. They already faced the pain of staying away from their families and children, and the lockdown worsened it even more. They couldn't afford to buy food for themselves, had no work to earn money, were even forced out of their rented shelters if any, and were deeply worried for their families who were completely dependent on their earning. Apart from this, there was a danger of the pandemic that moved alongwith them. 

     The poem tries to bring out that pain and frustration that these labourers had faced and the feelings that these people had regarding the natives of the cities they worked in. 

     The poem brings out the bitter truth of the lack of humanity which doesn't bother to thrash a poor worker for stealing a piece of food just to stay alive. It shows how saddened these people were when they didn't recieve any help in return of the hardships they faced, and the physical work they did to make our lifestyle more comfortable. 

     We come to know how the dreams with which a poor but hardworking person comes to big metropolitan cities, being shattered when there was no support and help offered. With this we try to convey a message for our readers to let not the humanity within you die. Try to help those who are in need with whatever you can at you level.