He is walking back and forth
Amidst the puffs of dust rising
From the street as cars drive past
The dust clings to his faded blue vest
And the sun beats down on him,
He is choking on the heat and dust
But he can only think of the load
That he has carried with him from the village
He can only think of the son he hasn’t yet seen
Because he could not get a day off
He can only think of how he cannot
Afford the medicines for his sick mother
He can only think of how his wife must be
Managing everything all alone
With the scant money he sent back
He had dared to come to the city with hopes
But all he could do was to carry another load
The load of heavy bricks on his head
As he walked back and forth
At the construction site.
