Weaving Dreams Poem by Payal Priya
Weaving Dreams
Sun was overhead,
Burning all.
Her skin shone,
Through her white cotton saree,
resplendent and dark.
Sweat like pearl adorned her brow.
She washed utensils,
With ash and mud in her hands
Her pure eyes,
Weaving dreams.
Her pure eyes, Weaving dreams. weaving dreams is a wonderful poetic concept......just beautiful. thank you very much.
This is the picture of a traditional Bhartiya Nari doing her routine chores in her home. Nicely written.
Through her white cotton saree! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It is a beautiful inspirational poem having edifying diction.Many thanks my dear Payal, keep the ball rolling....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 7:39:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem singing the beauty of hard working woman. Loved it.
Thank you ma'am for the lovely comment.Glad that you liked my poem.☺