The Colourful Clothes
Clothes which cover us from up to down.
Wore by an actor or a clown.
These are woven when the weavers work hard,
But still the weavers are poor bard.
Shine like the silent skies in the fairs.
Kept in stalls, layer upon layer.
Coulourful as the rainbow in the sky,
Which look beautiful even in gaudy light.
The wanderers appreciate it and they don't lie,
And make numerous lines to buy.
So beautiful, so colourful yet not proud,
Which make the people to happily shout aloud.
People feel sad after leaving the weavers who were polite,
And hope that someday there may come a bright light.
To the weavers less hardly the poverty bites.
Who are ever-ready to work day and night...
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (The Colourful Clothes by Priyanshu Jain )
- Bashfulness is the ornament for a youthf.., Dr.V.K. Kanniappan
- Yours, and only mine, Maya Tod
- IQ poeam, Angry Brownbear
- Lacklustre thoughts, Angry Brownbear
- Mindless Wind, Angry Brownbear
- Screams of Silence, Angry Brownbear
- Abode Aroma, Angry Brownbear
- Worth living, gajanan mishra
- Discard your vanity, gajanan mishra
- Musings of Murmur, Angry Brownbear
Poem of the Day
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- My Love Is Like To Ice, Edmund Spenser
- All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
- Being With You, Heather Burns
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
- Heather Burns
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(21 November 1844 – 19 July 1926)