Struggle Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I have seen the men in that remote hilly region,
They struggle from dawn to dusk to survive,
Life is never a deluxe bed,
But it is indeed the cruel reality for them.
Sunrise and sunset bring no difference in their unpleasant life,
Flowers bloom but not to give them pleasure,
Birds sing but not to sweeten their ears,
As if they are not a part of this world,
Still they laugh, still they sing in their own joyous manner;
This is the true spirit of life,
I wonder and admire this honest and laborious class.