These faded afternoons
The sunlight lost its vigor
And touched the window
Someone sings a song!
A tune wanders in the wind
The constant sound of a hammer
comes piercing through the air.
They are building a new house
An artificial apartment
A swimming pool -- Inside
A green lawn amidst of a concrete jungle
The migrant workers
From a distant village
Sing a melancholic song!
The sunlight lost its vigor
And now touched the glass-door
Their hearts sink
In an endless river.
Kolkata, West Bengal
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