The needle with small passage,
Where the small and tiny thread
With a long cotton fibre,
Could only pass through.
The needle and the thread,
Work together to make garments strong,
The needles with sharp edges,
And thread with soft ends,
Creates the shelters of human body.
But only a colour.
The threads are in different colours
May be, threads in different sizes.
From the days of old to tiil date,
The needles and threads are like
King and the queen of the cloth's
Where we wear,
Otherwise, they can be said as
'Shelters of human body'
When needle and thread are not there,
There is no shelters of human body.
In different colours! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wisely envisioned and nicely depicted. A beautiful poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. - - 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delightful poem. Wisely written. Thank u.anjandev roy.