Indian Weavers Poem by Sarojini Naidu

Indian Weavers

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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 OF THE POEM
Monali Khandagle 12 February 2014

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.

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B. Laxmi Priya 10 September 2013

reads more like a nursery rhyme to me.

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Mayank Raj 15 July 2013

this is about hindu weavers also known as kori/koli caste

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Mayank Raj 15 July 2013

i'm also related from this community indian weavers

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Uddhab Naik 19 August 2016

Beautiful use of alliteration.....

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Sylvia Frances Chan 07 November 2021

The poem about Indian weavers, they weav all things for Indian people to wear, we can read here that India is self-supporting in their own clothes. Very fascinating poem

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Suryendu Chaudhury 09 October 2020

The artistry and skill involved in the process of weaving along with the hard toil is enlivened by the variety of occasions there importance can be related with. All the stages of life from birth to death are intermingled with the occupation of weaving.

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Sharah S S 08 September 2020

I love this poem.I even won a poetry competition in my school today 08-09-2020

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