Question

Indian Weavers

Weavers weaving at a 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 queen.

Weavers weaving solemn and still,

What do you weave in the moonlight chill…..

White as feather and white as a cloud.

We weave a dead man’s funeral shroud.

-Sarojini Naidu

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I have the same poem in my class