A weaver of bamboo

Slim hands grasp a heavy axe

Purple sari bright and tattered

Calloused feet dance on bamboo thorns

Toned muscles flex, bamboo sticks are scattered

Weave one in, weave one out

That’s what life is all about. 

One stick splinters to a hundred pieces

Curved sickle strips at bamboo bark

A pile of strips with jagged edges

Glinting blade has left it’s mark

Weave one in, weave one out

That’s what life is all about. 

Aligned by length and breadth

Crisscrossed pattern that lies flat

First strip over, the next one under

Deft fingers weave a bamboo mat

Weave one in, weave one out

That’s what life is all about

From forest to market the shoots have traveled

A journeys start, a full life’s ending

Transformed by forces kind and strong

A soul search for love and tending

Weave one in, weave one out

That’s what life is all about



Lady from Munikhol at Muniguda haato



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Comments on: "A weaver of bamboo" (2)

  1. wow Shikha! you will soon have a place in my poem a day!! very nice….

    amma

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