Sai Lin Lip Poet Free verse

The Basket Weaver

The old lonely basket weaver
Keep weaving in a moody silence
Great soul always suffers silence
One eyed after an accident 
Do a living by weaving baskets
Children are awed into silence too
Weaving baskets
The bamboo pieces
Criss crossing
No carelessness or else fingers hurt
Only hard work, pains, tiredness and sorrows
Being criss crossed tight and firm
No one can help and disturb
Silence speaks the loudest voice
No whispers
I hope God will help him
In his solemn silent world

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Thompson Emate March 5, 2022 at 2:05 AM I sincerely love this poem. What's the inspiration behind it? Sai Lin Lip March 5, 2022 at 5:22 PM He was my father in law who passed away 33 yrs.ago. He loves my son very much so I cannot forget him and feel thankful to him.