The long highways are teemed with caravans of migrants, who have left the desolated cities and are heading home -- barefooted, bundled into the trucks or on bicycles. Many of them have not made it to home: the hunger or the sheer misfortune has been fatal. But thousands of them are still trudging the desolate roads.
Indian lyricist, poet and author, Gulzar, pens downs a poignant poem on the plight of the migrant workers.
