Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 7, 2017

THE WEAVER~by Jyotirmaya Thakur




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Early morning while darkness still prevails,
He collects the drapes to sell that he made,
At twilight returns home after a hard day ,
In flickering lantern light his looms to sway.

When the world sleeps he weaves dreams,
Breathing life into dead desires sweet ,
Yards colourful raw cotton,wool or silk ,
At the shopkeepers demand,seldom sleeps.

His gentle eyes creatively in spectacles ,
Struggles with yarns of threads on his feet,
Entangled colours patterns enfolds,
No time for leisure or escaping retreat.

Time falls short as he constantly works ,
With changing trend competitions tough,
An ancient replica of artistic symmetry,
He beats modern change in pure chemistry.

Jyotirmaya Thakur copyright 7/12/17.

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