🌿 "Voices of the Forgotten Builders" 🌿

 🌿 "Voices of the Forgotten Builders" 🌿

- Bruhaspati Samal -

O’ nation we nurtured with sweat and dreams,

Through endless struggles, through silent streams,

Our trembling hands once built your pride,

Brick by brick, we walked beside.

We sowed the seeds, we tilled the land,

We carved your future with wrinkled hands,

In factories, fields, and offices wide,

Our youth we gave, with nothing to hide.

But now, as autumn claims our years,

We stand unheard, with silent tears,

The pension promised, the dignity due,

Fades away in policies new.

From NPS to UPS, the names may change,

But the pain we feel remains the same,

A promise broken, a bond betrayed,

Our twilight dreams in shadows laid.

O’ rulers of power, do you not see?

The past you inherit was built by we.

Our backs once bore the nation's load,

Our hopes still shine on your winding road.

The Finance Act writes our fate in stone,

A cruel divide we’ve never known,

Old and new, one blood, one soul,

Why pierce the heart that once made you whole?

Give us not charity, but what is right,

A life of dignity, in sunset’s light.

Protect our health, our peace, our years,

And listen, O nation, to these silent tears.

Empower our voices, don’t turn away,

We are the roots where your branches sway.

Without respect for those who gave,

What future blooms from a forgotten grave?

O’ Mother India, hear our plea,

Let justice rise like the morning sea.

For a country’s worth, both old and new,

Is measured by how it honours you.

A call to rise, a promise to keep,

Honor the roots where the memories sleep.

With dignity, care, and rightful share,

Let the future bloom — for all who are there.

© Bruhaspati Samal 

21st August 2025