Sarojini Naidu

(13 February 1879 - 2 March 1949 / Hyderabad / India)

Indian Weavers - Poem by Sarojini Naidu

WEAVERS, weaving at break of day,
Why do you weave a garment so gay? . . .
Blue as the wing of a halcyon wild,
We weave the robes of a new-born child.

Weavers, weaving at fall of night,
Why do you weave a garment so bright? . . .
Like the plumes of a peacock, purple and green,
We weave the marriage-veils of a queen.

Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the moonlight chill? . . .
White as a feather and white as a cloud,
We weave a dead man's funeral shroud.

Comments about Indian Weavers by Sarojini Naidu

  • Rookie Monali Khandagle (2/12/2014 8:54:00 PM)

    The simple act of weaving connects our life from birth to death, without clothing, we humans are reduced to the pre-human state. The poetess has expressed this importance of the weaver in our lives quite simply and eloquently. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 36 Points B. Laxmi Priya (9/10/2013 12:18:00 PM)

    reads more like a nursery rhyme to me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mayank Raj (7/15/2013 7:46:00 AM)

    i'm also related from this community indian weavers (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mayank Raj (7/15/2013 7:44:00 AM)

    this is about hindu weavers also known as kori/koli caste (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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