Weavers Poem by Priyanshu Jain

Weavers



Oh! weavers you weave from day to night,
And blend the colours to make them bright.
The clothes become beautiful when you work hard,
But still you weavers are poor bards.

You weave for everyone,
But worries for you none.
You carry it to the temple's fair.
But get none to bear.

Shiny as the silent skies,
And colourful as the rainbow of the skies.
With a knitting needle you knit so bright,
Which look beautiful even in dim light.

You sit for selling them, and sometimes get doped.
Think that there may come a ray of hope.
You have nothing to bear,
But are enough to stare.

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