Two workers non-descript
Heads tied in kerchiefs
Sunk cheeks and stomachs
But rippling biceps under
Their sweat-stained T-shirts
Eating a cold lunch kept in
A sagging newspaper
Spread out on the dusty mound.
The daily, their provisional plate and tiffin box,
The humble fare being shared.
Perched on the freshly-dug earth,
Legs crossed, unmindful of the stares
The chatting workers eat frugal.
A barred window, building vertical
Separates the quiet voyeur
From the hardships of unsung human labour.
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