The Problems Faced By Migrant Labourers During Lockdown
The woods are lovely,
dark and deep.
But I have promises to
keep,
And miles to go before
I sleep,
And miles to go before
I sleep.
Robert Frost’s famous poem ‘Stopping
by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ is a source of inspiration to many and the fan
club of this poem has recently been joined by millions of Indian migrant
labourers who are on their journey to reach the destinations where they can
sleep without starving. The contrast with the poem’s traveler is that the woods
are actually not lovely, dark and deep for these poor daily wagers so they are
forced to plod on.
Kasa Madkani, 22, a migrant worker
from Odisha’s Malkangiri district, breathed his last due to exhaustion while
walking back home from Hyderabad due to lockdown.

For 35-year-old Sandeep, his wife and
three daughters, the ordeal has no end. Like thousands of other migrant
workers, the vegetable vendor decided to leave for his native village after
exhausting his meagre savings over a month and a half of the lockdown. His wife
Rekha, a heavily pregnant and famished 28-year-old woman covered 900 kms from
Noida on foot and in the back of a truck to reach Gopalganj on the UP-Bihar
border before her body almost gave up. She gave birth to a girl child in the Gopalganj
Sadar Hospital
When thousands and thousands of
migrants, burdened with pain, agony and trauma walk everyday to their hometowns from all over the country, each one of them has a heart wrenching story
to tell. Who better knows the length of Indian roads than these self rescuing
exoduses who have measured them in uncountable footsteps? Enforced by the
ardent desire to salvage themselves from the apathy of our so called efficient,
innovative and benevolent government they found it easier to walk miles than to
remain languished at their work stations. Witnessing the desperate exodus of
migrants, the Indian highways must have shed tears in helplessness as their
subservient creators who had once pitched in to construct these roads and
brought them into life have been left with nothing except trudging to their home.
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The travails of these migrants are
unimaginable. With loss of shelter and livelihood they have been thrown in
disarray, on the mercy of meagre help provided by authorities which was surely
not enough for sustenance. Completely shattered, many of them embarked on
arduous journeys to their native places to get some support at a time of acute
distress owing to the belief that home offers emotional and social support,
especially in times of a crisis like Covid-19. The journey was going to be
precarious for many as no provisions were there for food, shelter or medical
relief. Many died on the way back home due to hunger, sickness or mishaps.
The developing notions of social
justice and the expanding horizon of socio-economic equality seem to be futile
when a large number of migrants are spotted walking on highways across states
with their families, growing immune to heat, hunger, body pain and even police
lathis.
Time plays a crucial role in any crisis.What if the government could have
provided them with adequate support in time? When the Vande Bharat Mission can
be scheduled to bring back Indians stranded abroad why can’t the Shramik
Specials could have been planned earlier and executed promptly. If welfare of
these migrant workers is not taken care of, the pictures of their leaving the
cities will be going to haunt the country for years to come. Our beautifully constructed big cities have sent their pillars at home. They have shown their strength by walking
hundreds of miles now it’s time for the government and our society to
reciprocate as words are always not enough to win trust of these poor folk.
Dear Readers, my blog ends here but
not the story, it’s just a beginning for all those who reach their desired
destinations where they can sleep comfortably but the questions will remain
unanswered for them how to find solace? How to tryst with a confident living?
How all the migrants will be employed again? Who will provide them substantive
succour?
I am still
trying to convince myself with these lines:
And miles to go before
I sleep
And miles to go before
I sleep