We The Weaver Poem by Savita Tyagi

We The Weaver

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A true leader established in wider humanity
Puts forth communal happiness in service mentality
He works in loving spirit of fellowship
For the benefit of all in society
Such leadership guides us to prosperity.

An arrogant leader centered in narrow individuality
Treats others as puppets in maneuvering
Blinded by power mocks wisdom and humility
Uses for his gains public trust and hospitality
Crushing and obliterating all required accountability.

A citizen conscious of community
Performs his duty in sincerity
Ready and willing to help others
In hour of their need and difficulty
An unsung hero of tall entity.

A selfish individual thinks of society
Just to give him an opportunity
With a callous regard for his responsibility
Demanding more but giving little
Hoards wealth for his superiority.

Equally we carry seeds of goodness
And enticing evil temptations
What we choose can sink or uplift
Not only us but the world all around us
'Cause we are never alone in our surrounding.

Patterns of social fabric in continuos change
Above and beyond our lone endeavor
Require combined threads of multiple colors
Conflating strength and imagination of many spools
Together we are the user and weaver of social good.

Sunday, April 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Society
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 22 June 2020

In these society there are leaders like service mentality who work in loving spirit of fellowship on the other hand there are selfish individuals who demand more but givie little and hoard wealth. There are also good citizens and selfish citizens in this society. We have to properly manage our lives. You have rightly said....Conflating strength and imagination of many spools / Together we are the user and weaver of social good. Great work.10

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Akhtar Jawad 06 June 2014

Savita where is that lovely weaver, and if a weaver gets up he is shot dead by the extremists.

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Akhtar Jawad 06 June 2014

Savita where is that lovely weaver, and if a weaver gets up he is shot dead by the extremists.

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