WEAVING
Weaving is a craft; when you
fall out of relations, or you
buy an expensive décor for
your home. It is the ancient
of all crafts; that man has ever Know;
White crisp Jasmine buds woven
together ; on a corpse, or
a portrait isn’t different at all;
in the Sense of intricacy of work;
of a flower- Weaver. Mango
leaves woven into a door-hanging
at Pongal, is an auspicious omen;
where each Slick fresh green leave
hanging limp side by Side in
a queue, is a feast welcome.
The Humming-bird; is the
world's most intrinsic weaver:
spinning in the air;
for moments together; purple,
blue, green at a Supersonic Speed
barely visible while sucking
nectar with its beak sticking long;
This Cosmos; that weaves the
milky way into day and night,
into eclipses; the moon waning
and waxing like a half sickle
or a Candy floss, which a
child sucks ; the master weaver;
unknown; hidden; in the womb
of the Absolute Truth ; that
birthed the first protoplasm , is
a stupendous act.
For years, we have been woven
into species varied
that gave birth
and made possible;
the genome
manifesting itself into variety
on the Earth.
The blue eyed girl, or the
lanky fellow; or the piggish
face, curly haired,
Squints, blondes, Albino
Woven strands.
of the exact set of genome
masterpiece of an Immortal Weaver.
Did man learn it from
Him ; or was man made
to justify the excellant
forn of craftmanship;
we call weaving; today,
an industry, an art,
or culture specific to
Gererations onwards ……….
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