I toil everyday as I work for you
Day and night; I work for you
A square meal a day is all I crave
But it costs me all your unwanted filth and dirt
Every day is a struggle and every night a nightmare
Sadly, for me there is no joyous spring after a dark winter
As you sleep in your cozy rooms
Dreary night visits me
I wonder how long will I bear
The exploitation of my own soul by me
Buildings, Railways and Roads are all fruits of my labor
But never have I sought a penny beyond my need
Denied and repelled by all
I stand aside and see
I watch your step down from sedans
With no boots on, I envy, bare feet become my sole carrier
I turn to God
Is this how much my God loves me?
Love for few and none for me
Help, Help, Help
I cry to the angels above
Is my voice heard yet left unheard?
Wondering if there is anything in store for me
How would you know the plight of a laborer?
Remnants is all that I have ever seen
Hatred, stigma and banishment are your kind gifts
Touch me once and I hope you feel
For even I was once a soul in an eternal bliss.